Bleugh, feeling extremely hungry now. Not that I should be after the curry-fest of last night, but I am. Danny and I kicked the ass last night, currys were gooood. Jum was drunk (hence anal polyps thing), and I had a lovely little siesta between the cookfest in the afternoon and the eatfest in the evening. Walking to the station with Jum and Krissy was a blast (as always) and being on the train while wearing Danny’s Himalayan coat thingy while carrying my yellow cast iron curry pot on my head produced some interesting looks from innocent bystanders.
Bleugh, feeling extremely hungry now.
Bleugh, feeling extremely hungry now. Not that I should be after the curry-fest of last night, but I am. Danny…