Matthew finally gets here, and goes to bed. A* for being a good boyfriend. Whoo.
So here is a complaint. My boyfriend was supposed to get here at one, and it’s quarter to five in the afternoon. I’m only going to let him off if he’s dead, or otherwise seriously maimed or injured.
I’ve spent the whole of today thinking it was the first of June. Imagine my surprise when I’m a month ahead.
My father is dying my hair. What a babe.
I can’t contact anybody. Nobody is here. Mum’s left her phone in the kitchen, I don’t have my dad’s number, my phone is at Matthew’s with all my contacts on, but out of battery anyway, facebook is down. The hamster is going crazy in it’s cage trying to get out. Sometimes I think about just letting it out in the garden but the cat would get it. What a rubbish...