EBS/UCL have yet to get back to me on the subject of the job. Why am I not entirely surprised at this? Why did my heart not leap like a salmon when they uttered the much-desired words "We'll be able to let you know by the end of the day," and "We're moving fast on this one"?
Because, even at the tender age of 23, I am not a complete sucker.
Beer! Christmas Beer!
There was much.
Hangover! Christmas Hangover!
It is still, as it were, hanging there.
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Christmas on the Isle of Wight is a jolly affair for the most part. The Island is (apart from bits of it that are excessively rural or just plain crap) a nice place to live. Sometimes annoyingly nice. It's awfully difficult to get your hands on the latest copy of The Big Issue around here, for example. *
I've done a bit of shopping, and sat reading in the library (where I am now) for a while until my temples stopped throbbing noticeably out from the sides of my head and scaring old ladies. I am now at a complete loss as to what to buy the rest of my family. I have been giving this thought, and I don't think there's a whole lot that I can usefully get them.
This would be worrying to some people, especially my family if they ever bothered to read this, but seeing as my usual party trick is to do most of my shopping on Christmas Eve, I'm not too worried just yet.
* - Something that I mean in complete jest, so nobody leave any nasty comments, please!
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