Got a phone call today, I'm going to "The Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital" at Stanmore from December 6 to December 24. I feel bad that Dad will have to drive for over an hour on Christmas Eve to come and pick me up from hospital, I can imagine he'd rather be drinking (more) red wine (than he normally drinks). It's going to really suck. At first I was all "omgnochristmas!!" when I was told the start date; but yeah, lucky that Christmas falls on a Saturday this year!
And so, I shall be off to "The Land of No Internet or Phone Reception" pretty damn soon.
Bollocks.
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