So, I worked from 9-1 and had a very busy morning indeed. It was stressful, hectic and I was tired, but I consoled myself with the thought that I was going to London this evening to see my lovely friends, dance, drink and generally make merry at LondonLoves.
I got home, started getting ready and danced around my room to the Pipettes...
I got all dressed up....
I went to the train station...
And the lady at the desk told me that due to mental, evil, stupid works on the line (not her exact words, more mine really) it was going to take me about 3 hours to get to London via busses and diversions, and about the same getting home at the ungodly early hour of...10.30pm in order to get home some time this week.
BOLLOCKS.
So, I sighed, cried a little bit, stamped my feet, and went to Sainsburys. I have just come back, having bought three tubs of houmous, a loaf of bread and a wicked Christmas present for my Dad all dressed up in my Slytherin finery and a vintage pearl choker necklace.
I plan to eat the houmous and bread and watch horror movies and play Sims2 all evening, and try very hard not think about everyone having a lovely time in London.
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