It’s Infest next weekend, and I’m not going. Giving it a miss this year, just think it’s for the best.
We have a bank holiday on Monday, and I have the Friday booked off work too. A nice long break from work awaits me and yet I find myself with no exciting plans.
In fact no plans, nothing to do at all.
I’d had at the back of my mind to take a surprise trip home to Devon to visit my folks again, but Dad has just called to say goodbye before they go off on a camping holiday tomorrow.
Wha? When did they arrange that? No one told me!
Feck! What a complete arse. That’s me scuppered.
What’s a girl to do?!