In RL, I had another schlep to Kings College Hospital, this time for my old-biddy's freebie breast screening. Yoofs on the 176 sat scoffing McDonalds' high-stench slurryburgers, bits of which where dropped on the floor with the greasy wrappers. Grossissimo...
It's Wednesday and my RADIO TIMES hasn't arrived yet. Sputter.
The contractors were going at it furously this morning; incredible racket. I was freaking out after a while. God help R Next Door.