Last Supper.

6 Jun

It’s not been a bad Friday, all things considered.

(To be fair, it’s not felt like a Friday at all, more a Sunday during that weird Christmas/New Year period where the days all sort of blur into one.)

I bagged myself an interview for my dream job, which if all goes according to plan, would see me living in London for six months from the end of July, so that was a most excellent start.

FULL DISCLOSURE: I got home after the barbecue yesterday to find myself locked out of the house, and slightly merry. It was a match made in awkward hell, and poor Dan had to deal with my awkward and confused phone call. Poor thing.

Then the rest of the day was spent prepping tonight’s dinner, which was our last house meal with everyone still here as Jack heads back home to Dartford on Sunday. It’s so weird that everyone is going back to their pre-University lives, just as if the the last three years haven’t happened.


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