Sick to death of Bath. Maybe it’s cos I’m away every other weekend, but ‘m just tired of . I love it here when it’s sunny, and I can lie outside in a deckchair, and read, and booze, and have pub lunches and have an occaisional kickabout. But when it’s grim, I’m nailed to my flat and TV/PC screen, which is horrible. I’m going to book a holiday for the end of september, come back from that, and see if life feels any better. If not, I’ll actually apply for one of those great jobs I see elsewhere – and if anyone sees anything, do forward it to me, eh?

Meantimes…

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