Aviemore, Not
So, Scotland is off. First there was supposed to be a big group going, which was whittled down to just five. One of them dropped out a couple of weeks back and last night Dave and Amy decided they were too ill to travel. So me and Conrad decided that it was silly just the two of us going up there, especially as it'd only be him running. So I'm back in Sheffield and not sure what to do with myself now. I think I may just lounge around doing bugger all, but I'm not sure I can even be bothered to do nothing.Tomorrow I'm going to go to Bradford or Barnsley (or somewhere else begginning with B, I can't actually remember) to see Rach's choir in action and to catch up with Nick, which will be good. Monday, meh, I might go to work, we'll see.
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