So, today I avoided a near heart attack over exam timetables by finally finding mine.
Good news.
However, I managed to make somebody think I was very angry with them.
Bad news.
Hmf. I hate those phonecalls you have to make, when you suddenly find your phone in your knicker drawer (don't ask) after half an hour's fruitless searching, only to find 4 missed calls and 3 missed texts. Those dreadful; 'hiiiiiii, just got your texts now.... yeah, I couldn't find my phone. No honestly! I really couldn't! Where? Oh, er... my knicker drawer?' kinda calls. Well, I made one of them today.
On the plus side, I have acheived a clutter free wardrobe, due to the half German in me rearing it's anally-tidy head. The Romanian orphans will be very happy.
chus.
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