Chas semed to have recovered from the horrible cold thingy but went downhill again yesterday afternoon after shearing the female half of the show team. I meanwhile, having been sneezed on at length by John Arbon, have caught it too and retired to bed yesterday afternoon with a very sore throat. I got up again at seven in the evening having remembered there was a lobster in the fridge that I was forced to eat – life is a swine. Chas and Kyle say that now I am going to go rapidly downhill and will be bedridden for two days – actually I don’t feel too bad.
We had a troupe of young men turn up on Tuesday evening, friends of Thomas, who needed a bed for the night on their way to catch the Plymouth Santander ferry. They are on their way to a birthday celebration in Barcelona. Thomas and Matt are catching the train and Alex is flying in – the carbon sinner. We had a very splendid evening drinking, eating and talking books.
Our work experience boy Matt’s science teacher turned up yesterday morning to tick some boxes on a form and ask how he was doing. He looked about ten and a bit of a weed. We suggested he stay and watch some spit offs and matings but he made his excuses and left.
Alex A –
Indeed, the planet hates me. Excited about Barcelona though – I’ve never been to Spain. x