Worcester is a little fucking dull.
I did get a night out in Southampton though. Went to the Nex, nearly everyone was there, sort of, had an alright time I s’pose. Seems like the place is surviving fine without me, bless it.
It was a shame I had got carsick on the coach and spent the whole night in the corner feeling sick, though I got by talking to Gwen and Jane.
Next day I moved what I could of my possessions back to Worc, with the help of Xander Steele. We ate toasted teacakes at the little chef and had to buy a road atlas because I am incapable of navigating.
Christmas is half an hour away and I am dead excited. My Nan has bought me a cheeseboard. Entirely useless, but a nice thought.
All that remains is for me to wallet-ise all the CDs I have recovered and ship down to Praha for New Year.