Scott's Spiel

No really, sun. In Glasgow. I’m not lying.

Terribly boring day today. I spent most of it cleaning (yawn). My room is nice and tidy now though, just need to do something with the rest of the flat. Someone has kindly left a shopping trolley in our corridor, which one of my flatmates (from now on called “Mark” – confidentiality practice ) wants to incorporate into our already bursting collection of other roadside amenities. I’ll pass, thanks.

Applicant’s day tomorrow which I said I’d help with. I’m meant to wear red to identify with the people I know are going, but I have nothing (literally, nothing) red. Oh well, people will just have to be lucky to spot me.

Tomorrow night we’re having a “Sunday” roast. Yeah, I know it’ll be Tueday (I said the same thing) but I’m not complaining about having food made for me.

Wednesday I’m going home and for some peculiar reason my Gran is going to visit. I’ve already been passed by for football matches, so I’m guessing they must be bored around then. Either that or there is something(s) she needs help with. Or both. Yeah, more likely both.

Time to go watch a few DVDs and finish that tub of Ben & Jerrys.