Loggerheads, the place I have long called home but now I'm not so sure. That's where I got to today, and it's where I am right now typing this up.I spent most of the morning cleaning up, hoovering and emptying stuff that would go off during the holidays out of the fridges. Once I had packed and my mum arrived, we went down the motorway to an institute for the blind and partially sighted, where we bought a giant scrabble, some giant cards and a talking alarm clock for my Grandfather, whose macular degeneration is allowing him to see less and less.
Now I'm back on the old stomping ground; Spooks has finished on the typical cliffhanger ending and so has Oz and James's wine adventure; what am I going to do on Tuesdays now? Tomorrow my old sixth form college have called me over in the morning to pick up 'some stuff' apparently, I assume that it's whatever I was meant to get given on the presentation evening which I'm skiving off by going to France on Thursday.
Back in year 8 I went to one of these evenings where I was awarded a lovely medal and goodness knows what else. You have to sit and applaud people you don't know for hours on end and when your time comes, nothing happens. This event left a nasty lasting impression on me and I haven't been back to one since; I seem to derive some pleasure from being the guy listed as 'absent' when they give out the goods. Who knows what is coming to me tomorrow, I don't think it'll be that exciting, but I think I've found a time to finally give away my Ben Oliver 'Artiste' clock...
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