Tickets, Money, Passport?

Whilst the past few days have been pleasant and temperate the nights, sans heating in my flat have been ruddy cold. I haven't bothered of course to ring the council to find out why my heating and hot water is off, because luckily the shower is a power shower run off different mains and the dishes I am doing are done via boiling the kettle. How Edwardian. Still I am sitting here wrapped up like it is a bleak mid-winter and yet spend my days dodging the sun through the window at work and stripping off to accomodate our disproprotionately warm office.

Three more sleeps till the weekend. Ye, hah. Oh yes.

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