After the fags and coffee I caught the bus home, got changed and went straight to the historic building. I had a better day but finished very early; the cunt's incessant talking really did my head in. I heard him telling visitors about his mother's maiden name and his grandparents. He pinned down one German couple for ages, droning on to them about Mercedes cars. How very professional.
When I went home, I sat down for half an hour before cooking dinner. Then it was off to the pub. I had quite a good night, but it did feel strange playing with a glass of lemonade on the shelf. I corpsed a few times to start with but soon got going. One annoying fat bitch (who thinks herself pretty) nearly got a slap. Home at half past nine and then bed.
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