Sussex news, it is very cold, and I have a mild hangover. My cousins just came over for tea and I made mars bar cakes, weighing in at just under 1,000 calories a bite. I now feel even sicker, and the only thing I can think to do is keep on eating.
Went out with my uni friends last night (owing to weird group dynamic, with me and one of the other girls secretly hating each other and being passive agressive whenever the opportunity arose, this was a rare event). We went for dinner, which I had already eaten, so had the best part of a bottle of red wine to myself. Was finding the tablecloth amusing by the time the desert menu came round. We then tried to get into Chicago Cock, Chichester's premeier nite spot, Peter Andre recently performed there, and I believe Chas and Dave are appearing tonight, so ladies, hold your fire. Anyway, we couldn't get in there, because my sister couldn't prove she was over 18, although they should have known that most teenagers have far better things to do with their wekeends then spend them listening to Bros and being crushed on the dance floor by over- enthusiastic hen parties. So it was down to the Spotted Cow, where I thought it'd be a good idea to have some more wine and offend some grumpy old bloke by feeding crisps to his dog.
When I got to work on Wednesday, I was confronted by a mad girl. There was nobody in the office and I'd barely taken my coat off when she came marching in, demanding to be taken to college. A long argument ensued during which she called her social worker, the college and the bus timetable service, threatening them all when they didn't offer to come over and chaffeur her to Havant personally. She then went on to try and ring a counselling service, her solicitor and the police. There was no milk at home so I hadn't even had a cup of tea and after an hour or so of being shouted at and stomped about in front of by a total stranger, I'd was considering giving up the bleeding hearts business and becoming a media tycoon. It wasn't until her social worker visited in the afternoon that I found out she does actually have mental health problems, and I'd spent a whole morning taking her name in vain and generally being very unfair. She's run away now, which am quite upset about, as she's about one of the most vulnerable people I've ever met, and could teach most toddlers a thing or two about tantrums.