No news = good news?

I'm sorry, but it'll probably be rather depressing to read this blog for the rest of this week. I am sooo ready just to give everything up, throw out all my books and papers, and start working in a coffee shop! I am uninspired, constantly tired, and well, just basically all the bad things.

Had dinner and a beer in the Green man and French horn last night (strange name for a pub: just makes me think of the Green giant, maybe he has given up on corn and peas!?), one of Tim's favourite places close to Charing Cross (I think it's an ok place, but cannot for the world see its greatness). He had been in an antique book shop before we met up, so I ended up buying him a very early birthday present (it's in December, btw). We should probably have saved the money, and buying 20+ books just before moving is probably not the greatest idea, but I could see how excited he was about it. (It was an almost complete set of the last edition of the Doomesday Book.) Well, it made him happy, and now I can ignore his birthday!