These weeks are motoring round extremely quickly. Its 18 days until Christmas, but probably more importantly, its 8 days until I move out. How I haven't mentioned it on here I don't know, for it is a major life event, but that merely goes to show how quickly this has sprung up on us. Me and my bezzie, Abigail, are moving into a snazzy flat near town. I'm really looking forward to it, but pretty relaxed about it all aswell. Times a'changing...
Other topics up for discussion are The Ashes, which I shall avoid altogether, because England have forgotten how to bat and that infuriating mo'd Mitchell Johnson is ridiculously good. Other than that, its countless cards, parcels and airmail stickers at work and a flagrant disregard for the financial restraints of going out, although a Saturday night on the tiles look increasingly unlikely. I'm not sure I can be bothered, and yes, you did read that right. Chances are though, someone will ask me and I'll be unable to say no. Usual.
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