There is no comfort in this.

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Who wants to be at Dreadnought in a room full of sk*nky g*ths? I've been doing FAR more fulfilling things, like carrying a metric arsefucktardtonload of boxes from the dining room to the front room, where they are stacked up literally filling the place. It's 1:30am and I'm only just having my much-needed *pint*. Bed at two, alarm at eight then find Liz's clothes (with her improved health, the £90 outfit she bought for wedding season is now too big for her. Which is good, but ARGH), get Arkady up for NHS walk-in (she is unwell), iron suit (couldn't find a drycleaner this morning), assist landlord in carting his stuff away and then off to Kirsten and Nick's wedding. Presumably I get to exhale in the evening.

I can't tell you how much my back hurts right now.