creamygoodness

Ok, short update as I can't be bothered to write much. Been a long fucking week at the centre. Had a library that stank of weed, the non-fiction section smelled like a Grateful Dead concert, had a small fire outside the centre (which I stupidly try to put out by standing on it and got a slightly melted sole for my troubles) and a lovely old lady who bought me custard creams. I'm currently feeling literary stirrings that I thought had been extinguished some time ago after a conversation with this lovely lady and I may try to resurrect an old project like the horrific skeletal corpse that it is, we shall have to see.

As for the weekend, well, that was just spiffy