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Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
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Technically Rachel

 
Thursday, August 31, 2006  
Rather bored. Work load is still fairly light at this stage and I'm kinda twiddling my thumbs. Which would be fine if we were working central - I could off for a little walk and look around. But we're out of it here - going off for a little walk might result in me falling down a hole and being eaten by donkies.

There are these little shower type taps in the toilets here. Since this is the land of the Bidet (much like its previous occupiers France) I presume these fulfil the same purpose. However, the have the problem of leaving water all over the toilet cubicle floor. And when you consider what that water has been washing, my LK Bennet sandals suddenly aint so keen on taking a dip. All part of the experience no doubt.

My first set of fly-home tickets have arrived. Which is good as I was worrying as to where they'd ended up. Much like my swimsuit and Avon Bath Oil which should have been delivered last week and only turned up the day after I left. Thankfully I'm taking a trip home otherwise I would have been seriously annoyed.

I can tell hotel living is going to get a tad depressing. I hate coming home and finding everything cleaned up and tidied away - I like my sheets to be a bit crumpled, and my socks to still be on the floor. It's that feeling of home. (Especially when your home is a pig sty). I hate not having full privacy. It's a good job I'm a writer who loves reading - I can't imagine what non-creative people do in their hotel rooms alone every night. (no suggestions on a postcard thanks).

3:11 pm

 
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