Life in Dulwich

Phewwee. Twas mostly fun touring but boy, am I glad to be home. Have started sorting out all the jolly bills and boring stuff. The best thing, of course, is that some random pig dog has decided to abuse the poor car, yet again. The passenger wing mirror has been broken off and is hanging by one sad cable. I'm so pissed off. I really hope that some one takes all their precious belongings and dissolves them in acid... slowly.

But on a more pleasant note, home coming was swell, with slap up dinner and lots of hugs.

Also a ton of junk mail to wade through. Just what I like spending Sunday doing. Sheesh.