We hung out, as planned, at my place on Friday night. This involved muchos Mock the Week, Scattegories and Sparklers:
It got pretty emotional, especially when Markie and Toni said their goodbyes to Vic.
On Saturday I wombled on down to Stoke (Keele) to see my good friend Skinny and watch the Subways at the union. She made fun of my brew preference, I admired her new flat. She forgot her wallet and had to break into her flat block for it, I laughed.
Subways were awesome. Keele was surprisingly awesome too.
And then I landed with a bang. Trying to get home on Sunday was not fun. I was literally in tears at certain points (really, need to stop crying in public. I never used to cry, now I can even do it in front of total strangers!). But when I finally did get home, my sweet older brother and my darling grandmother had a 3 course feast waiting for me! Boy, did I eat well!
Then Monday. Geez, I don't even want to talk about it. So screw it, I just won't. It's not like you need to know anyway. (Thanks to everyone who was nice to me on Monday. You're all angels)