Happy Easter.

So that was pretty interesting.
I misplaced my home keys and my luggage went missing.
Thank fucking Christ for LeeAnne.
I would have just literally cried and wee-d myself on the spot in the luggage hall if she hadn't put me in the car like a broken toy and given me spare keys.
I was so fucking tired and emotional after all that travelling.
And now I'm jet-lagged. I've just woken up and it's 10.30pm. I have no idea what my name is or what time of year it is. And who the fuck are you? Have we met? Have I caressed you in a suggestive manner? And if not why not? Should I wipe the dribble from my shoes?