Last night was absolutely wonderful. Matt Howard picked me up at about six oclock and we went on our way to pick up my lover. We then did a naughty and thought 'maybe weed will make the art gallery even better'. It did.
We stayed at the exhibition until about nine, giggling at the 'cloth and cock' piece, and discussing weird things. Our rumbly bellies decided we had to leave, so we took them for probably the best burger king we've ever had and then got in the car and drove. We drove until half past midnight; smoking, talking. We stopped off in an empty carpark near the lodge and smoked some more. My boys and I decided that we needed drinks and chocolate, so we left the lodge for half an hour to stop off at tesco and get some munch. Upon returning we saw flashing lights and huge flames coming off a car that somebody had stolen and burnt in the very same carpark we had just left. It was very strange so we decided to keep moving.
The boys spoke of music and games whilst I sat in the back comfortably singing Marilyn Manson at the top of my voice until me and my Matt got dropped off back at my house. We gave Bobby a quick cuddle and got ourselves a cup of tea, and went upstairs to snuggle and sleep on the futon.
Matt's now gone home after a quick trip into town and another lovely sunday roast. I'm now tidying my room and listening to the whitestripes; I'll start my new book later, and fall asleep once I've discovered what I'm doing tomorrow.
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