January 13, 2009

• One more sleep

  I get back on 28th January.  I am still all scared and excited.  The Welshman gave me a wonderful hug at lunchtime, despite being in a foul temper: he'd had a row with his boss, and we spent aaaaaaaaaaages sitting watching the ducks, and the geese, and the coots, and the moorhens, and the seagulls in the park.  I made friends with a Westie, who was very sweet and licked my hand.  The Welshman gives hugs par excellence.  Te coots chuckled to themselves, and the seagulls yelled like teenagers.  I eventually managed to make the Welshman giggle back in the office, but I'm not telling you how.  It's a shame.  He was in such a good mood this morning, and was singing "Little Shop of Horrors" down the phone at me before he had a catchup with his boss and it all went downhill from there, it seems.

  I'm going to miss all my friends dreadfully, as well as my Mum and my Dad. Whinge.  Moan.  I get an opportunity, and all I can think of is what I'll miss.  I don't feel terribly brave at this point.

  Am wimp.  Probably ought to go to bed to try to sleep.

  xxx

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