My delightful Easter is over, much to my chagrin. I went to see Mikey in the Lakes for a day, and climbed Skiddaw. A play at FLT, a dinner party. Rather good, all in all.
I seem to have lost the facility for prosaic verbal effusion, thanks to twitter. All my words want to come out as snippets suitable for a Tweet. This must be rectified with haste.
Mechanisms of chemical reactions are calling: we expect a surprise test in chem tomorrow. God, she's evil. Can one expect a surprise test?
Oh, and I passed by driving test. There is much more smugness behind that sentence than you can see.
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