So, Dad went to play an unplugged session at the local pub (how dull does that sound!) with Tony and the lead guitarist from Family Charlie "double-neck" Whitney. Of course, I cannot stay in one place for a long time, so cue me wondering off at any given opportunity. Also, with them playing blues songs, and me feeling pretty down about leaving work experience, I couldn't really sit there much. So I threw in the towel and announced that I was going to cycle home.
Now, this is where that door opened - I, whilst I was cycling home, saw some friends I had met at New year's eve. So I stopped to catch up with them for a while. They invited me in, and we had dinner and a great laugh, but I lost track of time. I phoned up home - oops! It appears it is 4 hours after I left the pub, and mum and dad are in a panic. Bugger. So, I cycle home to a massive bollocking from dad, and he disconnects my internet! Cue much panicing. Still, I have a guitar and some mp3s, so that kept me busy. After supper I connected my computer's cable to the router and dad still doesn't know it.
*sighs* School tommorow. I don't want to go back. I prefer work. That was a much nicer environment and there were more intelligent people. I mean, we had an in-depth discussion about quantum physics! Beat that.
So... back to failing my GCSE's and being refused entry to sixth form, which is looking likely at the moment. Oh well, looks like I'm just going to have to work harder...
Yours uneasily,
Vicky
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