Crikey! High winds!
*throws stuff over shoulder looking for kite under stairs*

Off to Blackpool tonight on the train. The 18.30 train. It better be deserted. Shall miss a football match apparently. Tom is coming with me. He is bringing a radio with a flesh coloured earpiece. I shall sit in silence reading this and sucking on a midget gem.
Darren has been in Cornwall all week with his job so it's been a lonely time round at spellcnut towers. Boredom has resulted in a lot of housework. You could eat your dinner off our floors china now. The bed's too big without you.