The Old Man is Snoring

I love Thursdays.

It's like freewheeling down a hill on your bike. College is out of the way and tomorrow is Friday. Only problem is that it's widdling it down outside and I was going to go for a nice walk around Milton Park.

Landlord is coming around today to try and replace the lightbulb in the bathroom but I am sure it is glued in place. Better for him to break it than for me to break it and him charge me for it. Oh well.