No, really, it was.
First a string of messages, the stress of that made me ill, which made me late for our first game of skittles, and I am to die tomorrow as I finally, hurriedly escaped the house missing a door that lay wide open...
I have sent a message to the Boy saying we need to talk...
The only saving graces were my friend J, and the discovery of mobile internet (as opposed to hocking WiFi that is).
And we won skittles.
