Counselling

Quite frankly I have had enough of it - why is it whenever we go out in Salisbury some incident means that I become some sort of relationship counsellor. This, as my friends will know, is rather odd.....

Yes, Jo came home for the weekend, and we decided to go out in Salisbury. Well one member of the party had just split up with her boyfriend ("I love him" - of course), and kept wanting hugs from the boyfriend of another member of the party, which caused a certain amount of friction. This possessiveness (she will admit that she is) + alcohol (copious amounts) = me running around after the latter person trying to get her to get in a taxi and go home.

We left the club at 12.30.....in the taxi at 1.20......

what fun

Anyway, apart from that it was nice to see the old crowd again. I haven't really been up to anything much, and am still faintly ill, though not nearly as bad as a couple of weeks ago.

I'm sure you all wanted to know that.