Boyfriend resumes normal service. Came to see me at 11 after I'd slagged him off to various people via various routes of communication and was so amazingly sweet I felt terrible.


So it's all still going ahead, I won't be spending my summer on the prowl for the best men the East of England has to offer. Nor will my summer ball dress end up on eBay.
Ah the world is good, bar my current sore throat from hell, and the ongoing bullying from mum to seek medical attention. Does she not understand the surgery is up a hill and staffed by the most unsympathetic medical staff known to man?!