What the hell is wrong with Blogger??
That aside, happy Valentine's Day everybody! I have been seriously loved up. Small Bum used his parents house. (They aren't here at the moment.) He made me my favourite dishes in the whole world, with my favourite cheeses and wine last night. He doesn't even know how to cook, but he learnt. He put flowers and petals and candles all over the place. It sounds cheesy, but it somehow wasn't overdone. It was perfect.
Over the weekend, we all got severley hammered at the freaking Colony Arms. Small Bum was drinking cane and cream soda straight out of a jug, I dropped a drink into somebody's handbag (she didn't notice, at least not while I was there thank goodness), and the rest of my friends got just as drunk and messy. It was revoltingly superb.
I also found a grey hair. I am 25 and mortified. Some of my mates have grey hairs, but I thought I was immune.