Aloha there. Just a quick post to reassure you all I'm still working away, and nothing emphasizes that more than the weekend I just had. Because I had possibly the worst, most knackering weekend in the world. The kind of weekend psychiatrists scrawl on their notepads as "weekend from hell". Whilst crying. Observe:
Thursday - Had to walk down Oxford Road, probably the roughest road in Southern England, wearing that sandwich board. I was chased for the last 100 yards by a gang.
Friday - Had to spend the night in a graveyard. I get zero hours sleep.
Saturday - Had to spend day being two girls slave, who asked me to stroke a random lads hair, who promptly turned on me and threatened to stab me, then kicked a rugby ball at my back.
- Had to spend evening in London in a stranger's house cooking a vegetarian Chinese meal for a dinner party and ended up getting lashings of chilli in my eye.
I wonder if you did something similar with your weekend.
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