Jersey is an island. It's nine miles by five. And if you drive *very* slowly, you can take a whole hour to go right round it. But when you get back, there's still the same old restaurants and bars, discos and boutiques. Same sad faces waiting to be faced. Jersey is some kind of prison.
Dectective Jim Bergerac said that. Anyways. Today I am back at the Zoo, except my boss is away, well one of them. So again, I am free to skive off. Although to be fair, I am working very hard today. I just bought one of my good friends, who I think reads this blog, a present online which should be delivered in a few days. Wooop. This weekend I was a right little spender. Very naughty of me really! Veeeery naughty. But I do needs a wireless card. Although to be honest, the wireless is so sketchy in Pat's house full stop, it has not made a blind bit of different to me because I still need to use the laptop in the end, which defeats the object of a wireless card. Joshua said it himself, when he said that the house was indeed lovely, but a big stupid vacuum for crap internetness. Urgh.
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