So for the past week I've been drinking in Chipping Norton pubs with my mums family and messing up the settings on my camera.
I went to an old friends funeral, which was horrible. He was an awesome, awesome guy and it fucking sucks that he's gone.
I've been looking after my cat, who has a broken jaw and a messed up eye. She was missing for two days until my brother found her wedged between a shed and a wall. The vet said someone either hit her with a car or kicked her, and she had probably gone away to die. Props to the two cats who spent a day trying to alert my mum as to her whereabouts. To the person who almost killed Daveycat and has left her too scared to go outside, if I ever find out who you are I will break into your house at night and put arsenic in your milk.
On a lighter note, Oli and I spent more time that we should have smearing shaving foam on our faces and doing impressions of the moon. Help is needed.
Over and out!