contemplativeTo see my life getting back to the way it was in April would be...good.
The village have asked me to sing in aid of the church in the Summer. I know I'm a born performer, but it's still quite frightening.
Fun, though.
By this time tomorrow another two exams will be over. And next weekend will be closer. And so will the Summer Ball. And what are my parents going to say?
I can't predict their attitude from one day to the next. Mum's said some really abominable things this weekend.
I wonder if I'll care if they get angry about this one?
Sorry, just musing aloud. I shall go back to thinking about The Two Stalk Objects With No Name now. ~s~
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