Like plates from shaking hands...

Life is bittersweet and full of surprises.

No work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep in for hours, and then go and watch the football. Romeo & Juliet on Friday, crazy dancing on Monday. Party on the 17th. Peak District on the 19th. I have plans. I passed the IB with 37 points. I've realised life is just beginning, and there's no room for angst or regret. This is going to be the summer of my life.

Maybe I should stop thinking things through and start taking risks.

I got paid today and it's weirdly quiet in this house. It's just me, and the cat and a whole load of food after I dragged my mother through Tesco's this afternoon. Most of what she wanted to buy was gourmet cat food. After five years of Whiskers the cat has been promoted to Sheba ('tender terrine') and Gourmet Pearl. My mother cares more about the cat than me. She hasn't bought me any food in a month.

In other domestic news, my dad got ambushed by some Muslim intellectuals today and came back with a whole load of free pamphlets and books, including: 'a Brief Illustrated Guide to Understanding Islam', 'The Empire and the Crescent', 'Meet Your Muslim Neighbours', 'He Who Purifies Himself Succeeds', 'Muslims of Britain', 'Discover Islam', 'Who Is Allah?', 'Understanding Islam', a copy of the Qur'an and a piece of paper with John Grahl written in Arabic. Maybe after 40 years of being a disillusioned communist my father has discovered God.
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