Have spent the whole of last night and today writing that bloody article about mortgages for Sophie. I think my brain has congealed.
I'm reading Life of Pi
and all the animals are eating each other. It made me feel queasy on the bus.
Its bonfire night and I’m going to Clapham Common to see the fireworks. Will gets to finally meet the Scoobies on their home turf. Who will win? My moneys on the sparklers.