There comes a point in every calendar year when I, probably like most other sane people, get sick and tired of being in Horsham. I mean I live here, I work here, I go out on a Saturday night here, it's all I ever see. It's a nice enough place I guess but when you factor in I've lived here twenty-one years (joy of everlasting joy) you can see why I get tired of it. So it's probably a good thing that in less than three weeks from today I will be (barring volcanic activity) out of the country. YAY!
I'm going to rattle on about this for a while I'm afraid...but I don't care becuase I'm going on holiday to Rome! WOO!