Sorry Livejournal. I've been mean and neglectful and not fed you any pretty stories recently. However I am in London this weekend, so promise to bring back all kind of exciting tales of excitement, adventure, love, betrayal, life, death and epic voyages into the unknown. Or, you know, pub.
Now off to stock up on train tickets, pink sambuca and baby sleep-sacks. (Don't ask.)
(Also have arranged to go out 3 nights in a row. On top of the insomnia. Whoops. I probably won't die, but my credit card will almost certainly commit suicide in a spectacular fashion.)
Now off to stock up on train tickets, pink sambuca and baby sleep-sacks. (Don't ask.)
(Also have arranged to go out 3 nights in a row. On top of the insomnia. Whoops. I probably won't die, but my credit card will almost certainly commit suicide in a spectacular fashion.)
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The Tube's great, isn't it! :-)
Have fun, I look forward to reading about the carnage on your return!