Time to take the tour bus back. Be sad to see it go – it’s been comfy.
We’re going to Leicester (where it lives) – Han has asked me to pass on her regards to the shitehole in which she was born (and she’ll slap me if she reads this).
Romish forever!!!!!
Meeting Kev down there (mood??? your guess is as good as mine) and we’ll probably be back about half ten or eleven cos I’ve got to take him home.