I’m Not Leaving London ‘Til I’m Done

I started the finish of my London story – I really did – after eight weeks’ worth of ironing fell out of the cupboard and said ‘Do me or the washing machine gets it!’ and I thought I’d better do it so I did; but then I remembered Spud’s Personal Statement for his university application (for which he had eight weeks to work on it, and didn’t) which I had insisted he send to me for proof reading/heavy editing and which had to be sent off by five o’clock today so I proofread/heavily edited it then we argued for a bit about my changes and then he made all the changes and then he sent it off, by which time it was dog walk time dinner time clear up after dinner time fall into bed time get out of bed to schedule tomorrow’s joke time and might as well write this post while I’m at it time.

As for London…like the Eagles in Hotel California, we may never leave.