Sunday, May 01, 2005


I’m kind of vaguely awake as George leaves around 9.30am, but am just nodding off again when my mobile rings. As I blearily reach for the phone I’m surprised to see it’s George ringing.

“Errrr hello….”
“Hi L1z…sorry…I’ve locked myself in your porch…”

And they say there’s no such thing as karma…

Having returned to bed and slept off the Baileys (so glad I just do tired, not proper hangovers), I spend the afternoon ploughing through Greenbelt emails.

Sarah and Phil come around at 7pm to share a pizza and catch up on taped Dr Who episodes (I’m like a public service facility for geeks without TVs).

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