The week off was fab. It was sad to see Jane go too. I didn't do too much on the weekend. I smoked loads and lay around giggling a lot. Went to a bar in Belsize Park with Mel and then to the Slug and Lettuce at Fulham for a fairly boozy night. Moped around the next day. Went to the common with Dev on Monday to play and frolick. Kevin has a friend over from America so they got very drunk last night with some of my other housemates and some of the guys from the house down the road (mainly the ones who are teachers and don't have to work this week). They were quite amusing.
I've been talking to the lady at work about her weekend and she travelled to this region in France famous for its pilgrims. It really reminded me of a story from my childhood.
Once when I was very young my mother lost her purse on the beach. It was a Kangaroo fur purse and I believe one of my favourite dressing up toys also. I remember that we (my sister, mum and I) all prayed to St Anthony for her purse's safe return. This was fairly fruitless as it had quite clearly been washed out with the tide. I was thinking about how innocent we were expecting this to help in any way but then I thought - hang on - mum wasn't even Catholic.
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