Hello you! It’s been a while, how’ve you been? You’re looking well. Me? Oh, I’m fine, thanks. Yes, France was lovely, but then who wouldn’t be happy with a diet consisting mainly of red wine, bread and cheese, and obscenely cheap beer?
Sorry, not sure what was going on there. Right now, I’m in holiday purgatory: in a French hotel for our last night before returning to the UK. I’ve said for some time that I use the internet too much and mentioned to my girlfriend on a few occasions that I was looking forward to being cut off for a couple of weeks. Internet, I apologise. I was right, we do see each other too much, but good God, I’ve missed you.
It’s rather expensive to use 3G over here on my contract, so I’ve tried to limit it (about 5mb use in total), but I was somewhat horrified when my RSS reader informed me of a Steam sale in the middle of our second week. Almost as horrified as when I realised it’d cost me about £4.50 to find that out. Thanks, O2. A slightly-more-expensive-than-planned call to my parents tonight has rectified it slightly though: Portal 2, Dead Space 1 and 2, and Crayon Physics Deluxe. Lovely.
Amazing, isn’t it? I’ve not written anything here for almost two weeks and I’m already writing about Steam sales. I’d like to write about what I’ve been up to – and I’ll probably some pictures of the stunning house we stayed at, amongst other things – but it was a holiday of doing as little as possible by (or in) the pool, so that may not be particularly interesting. I’ve spent a good deal of my time finally playing GTA: Chinatown Wars and finally finishing the first Professor Layton game on the DS, so it’ll be even less interesting if you’ve played either/don’t like games.
Anyway, it’s gone 11pm here now and I’m surprisingly tired for someone who’s spent most of the day sat on their arse in the back of a car. I also appear to listening to Lady Gaga, even after my girlfriend fell asleep about a song and a half in. So, bed it is. Words cannot describe how excited I am about arriving at the first UK motorway service station and buying an overpriced coffee. In UK currency. From someone who understands me and who I understand. Probably, anyway.