Nothing to write home about.
My sister has bought a flat in London (EC1). It is near the Old Street underground station which is one stop away from the Moorgate underground station which is near where she works.
In fifteen and a half hours my mother arrives for a few weeks visit. This is a good thing. I love my mum. Hopefully we can see
The Fellowship of the Ring again.
My yoga course has ended so now I must choose a regular class to attend but I shall defer my choice for a few weeks while my mother is here.
When Buffy walked into the Magic Box and said "I have something very important to say to everyone" Emily stood on the remote control and turned the television off. She has the brain of a cat.
After two months and eight job applications I have received two acknowledgements and a rejection. Perhaps no news is good news; perhaps I am a bit crap.