Popped into the kitchen to get some breakfast, in my typical scruffy state, to see two strangers in the lounge chatting to my housemate, Phill. One of them had just fallen off her bike, the other one was helping her. Phill invited them in, being the kind soul he is. She clearly needed an ambulance, but there was a delay so I gave her a lift there myself. All strangers, helping, it was the right thing to do. I like the fact we'll never see or hear from each other again, and there's no need to, yet we've all helped her out...there's something about this that is quite wonderful, really.
Then had a meeting at the primary school I used to go to, about teaching there. It was weird, but brilliant at the same time...they gave me a guided tour around, it still smells the same. Just some formalities to complete, but I'll be there, showing them drums next year.
Met up with Meg for a drink, and then back to hers to help her feel festive and put up her tree. Naturally it led to a drunken stagger in Santa hats to buy more Baileys and an awesome Indian takeaway, it was all what I needed in my bid to relax.
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