was sat here blowing my nose like you do when you get flu after jabs when the phone rings. after croaking a snotting 'hello' the voice on the other end tells me they're all waiting for me to do their class & where am i?
like its all my fault i'm not there - when i wasn't supposed to be anyway. should be in whitby cycling 'cos its my bithday weekend instead!. like i'm the villian because their tutor booked me for the wrong week and i dont even get to eat cake in sanders yard.
so now i'm sat here feeling sorry for myself too ill to do ought - what can you do?start blogging................
