Yesterday was kiss and make up day, sure as eggs are eggs, it was nice to rekindle some of the original passion in our relationship.
I am immersing myself in revision and studying A200 right now, much to Jane's dismay (not only little Ronnie, but seemingly my smartphone is getting between us). I must know when not to study. I realise I am addicted to the O.U.
Today I am to meet Jane's parents (on her mum's side). I am bricking it. It's a bizarre combination of excitement and terror. Much like jumping off the high diving board at an Olympic sized swimming pool. Aye. At least her old-dear is - not only an excellent artist - but is also an art historian. Very cool man.
I've been instructed to bring my guitar {I have only Saint Lillian with me, Sweaty Betty the Banjuitar, Durty Gurty, and Juicy Lucy are all snug at home, safe and sound} seemingly her folks like a good knees-up.
One problem is that I am brassic and it's not the weather for busking. Bugger. Roll-on the morrow. That's all for now,
Maximus.