There was this amazing house in Dawlish that Mum had been sent the details for, so I picked her up and drove her down there today like the legendary son I am. Looked nothing like the pictures...seriously, nothing at all, was it even the same house? Are they allowed to do this? I felt for her, she was massively disappointed - she was ready to buy her dream home but it was a rundown shithole.
Drove for 14 hours today. I didn't like the Devon roads, there was one road so steep that my CD player fell out whilst we were going up it.
Long, long day.
On a different note, just how many fringe shows does this guy (me) need? Just confirmed another one, for a full run. Just sayin'
I'll write it next week.
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