The kind of day where HP and I pack up all of HP's stuff because she is meant to be going back to Exeter tomorrow. And then because the car is out of action we have to think about how HP is going to get back to Exeter, and the idea of hiring a car is discussed, but eventually discarded in favour of them taking my Micra, which will be interesting since there is absolutely no way that all of HP's stuff will fit in my car.
The sort of day where you eat roast lamb for dinner and then have Christmas pudding for dessert.
And then later on in the evening as I try to write this post the internet dies again so I have no idea whether I will even be able to post the post I am writing. Nope it's dead. My only hope is that it will come back soon and in the meantime it won't get deleted by accident.Yay, internet. Quick quick...
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And clearly the sort of day where HP wears one of my old work rugby shirts.
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