As I cut myself a huge slab of chocolate cake for breakfast, I suddenly realised this was the first time I was in no hurry to get back to Chester and for some reason Shreddies were just not going to be enough today.
There is something so regimented and dull about a bowl of cereal, and as I have already written about breakfast before, there is no need to write any more about the Nestlé family.
This morning I was woken up, yet again, by a very enthusiastic email from a student, who for the sake of our journalism assignment, is my editor.
Nothing puts you off getting out of bed, more than a plea to complete all of your work and a week ahead of schedule. So he will die tomorrow.
So with that on the brain, and a serious lack of dissertation work, there seems very little reason to go back to Uni. If only it were possible to run away and let it all complete itself.
But sadly this doesn’t happen.
Looks like one will have to pack, load up the car and head towards the M6 after all.
Might just need to take the rest of the cake though…
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