Bear blog

A birthday outing to Terracotta. I purposefully wore my shorts with the elasticated waist, just in case. I think I undid the button after my third course. I'm wearing the same shorts today and they're decidedly more uncomfy around the middle. I'm sure there's a lot more gut spilling over the top of them today than there was yesterday. Ah, well!

Lizzy didn't bother coming because she's lazy and ungrateful. And her dad was making a 'special tea'. But it's a good job, because she would have made me part with my uni before I was quite ready to. I don't mind Jon taking it, but I still need time to grieve.

We did see other people though. Steve looked snazzy in his posh specs and arrived promptly, which was nice. Philipp and Camille arrived less promptly but did keep me entertained throughout the meal with banter and humourous eating.

A good night out, to be sure. Although I do rather regret the lateness of the hour that I retired to bed last night. It's just going to make me even more grumpy at BUC. Still, I don't mind putting up with myself. It's everyone else who has to suffer.