The important thing to remember about Saturday night is that somebody I rather like ended up in hospital with a broken jaw. It's seemingly trendy in Cardiff to finished a night out with a kebab and some mindless violence.
The lesson to learn from this, fellas, is never leave a Cardiff nightclub alone.
The other thing about Saturday night is that the bloke I've been quietly dating for a couple of months went home with someone else.
So, ouch. I feel really, really terribly about it. In a most irrational way. I did have high hopes for the little fella. But never mind.
The good news is that this does mean that, since he was a regular reader, I can now write up all my slight accidents in two months of near celibacy.
Hoorah. Especially as one of them involved going dogging with a Tesco shelf stacker.
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moves computer into kitchen to be closer to food and water
*sits down to wait for the gossip*
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