I have a licence, I have access to a car and I’m walking to piano tomorrow. Why? Because the car is in the harbour and, being a woman, I can’t go in and get it. I might be selling drugs. Or, worse in MB, I might be selling myself. This has the added comic effect of me sometimes waiting outside the harbour while my father sorts out something – and that is not suspect at all.
The bus trip back was a little better – I only had 2 hours of Christian propaganda forced upon me. And it wasn’t as loud as it was going to CT. And I happened to miss most of it due to sleep – chatting late, drinking, getting up stupidly early and bus trips don’t mix well. But it does allow you to fall asleep sitting upright…
And Smoczek might sigh now [ 😛 ] but there is still a spider in my room and short of killing it, I’m unable to get it out.
Nantalith Teglan 