It's Good To Be Back

My amazing flatmate just did me the biggest favour. She found the handout from week five that nobody else seems to have, on how to do the analysis of technique, and has lent me it. Even the lecturer didn't have it.. what's that about?! So I thought, I can finally get number 13 ticked off the list. But I'm tired, and I've had a few drinks, so I'll do it tomorrow. I had the longest journey trying to get back to Kingston today. Got to the station at quarter to four, but the overhead lines had gone down, so I had to drive across the county to get on at a different station that was unaffected by our part of the line. Then the trains were delayed there too, so it was gone half five by the time I actually got on a train. And the train I got on was the slowest train in existence!! Then once I'd got to Tottenham Hale and been on the underground, when I got to Vauxhall I couldn't even get on the train because there were so many people on it. Literally nobody could get on it, it was jam packed. So it was nearly 8 by the time I finally got to Kingston. But then I went out to meet my lovelies, which was nice. We went to Spoons, and Patrick was hilariously drunk. He's so funny. Spoke to Annie about the thing again, and she said, again, that we need to talk. But I don't want to. Because it's not going to happen again and that's final. The end. Anyway. I'm going to meet Antoine outside in a bit. It's good to be back.