Study? Play time?

 I SO have to do some study on the weekend. Er! A talk to prepare, which I'm hating the thought of and an assignment.

So study Sunday, I reckon? Is that famous last words, or a considered opinion?

Would I say anything, thinking about what Tom was talking about for the weekend? (Can't be trusted and all that) He wants to play.

Study? Play? Study? Play?

"Come on... yeah, yeah, yeah, no probs, it'll all get done," said Tom. "You'll be sweet. Don't sweat."

Miss T has indeed gone back to whence she came. And we're all pleased about that. So Aby and I got stuck into the red wine as a celebration. To oblivion.

So I guess, it's time to call D's contact.

And money, Tom says. Yep, yep, yep, no prob.