Got the train back to Manchester from London yesterday afternoon, took dog to my mam and dad’s and ate whatever they had, went back to my house, unpacked, repacked, slept, shared the drive back to London with the gf (fucking seven hours crawling man), found the hotel, slept for a bit, walked down to shoreditch, remembered it was Friday night so fuck going for a drink in shoreditch on a Friday night, bought some tins of fosters, went back to the hotel, took trousers off, currently drinking fosters.
To do: trim beard, wedding tomorrow. Think that’s it