There's not much else to say, really. I could go on and on and on about how much I can't cope but it wouldn't get anyone anywhere.
I don't know when I'll be back. I don't know what's going on at all, with me. He's not going anywhere, obviously.
In answer to the bike questions, he doesn't know what happened to it after the accident but assumes it's more trashed than he is.
I don't think there's anything else, but I'll have my phone on until about three - probably won't be online though.
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