So, I've just spent the past few weeks moving house. It was quite an abrupt move, my mum and dad only announced it to me maybe two months ago. But here's the kicker, ladies and gents: I'll be living on my own. My dad already moved back to England and now he's got a cracking job which he loves, and my mum decided to follow him. This arrangement's a tad weird, but it's for the best and it's cheaper, too.
The house itself is bloody small, but it's big enough just for me. There's a kitchen, living room etcetera, so I'll live. Here are a few pics of the place before I got into it;
Now it's full of sodding boxes. Great. Oh, and an amp, a desk, a huge fuck-off telly and a couple of guitars.
Argh.
I also did well on my exams, got good marks:
French orals: 16\20
French written: 8\20
Maths: 14\20
Sciences: 12\20
Group Work: 17\20
So all in all I'm happy.
And before I leave you, I give you... ZE BERET.
So I must leave you. But I shall be back soon.Hasta la victoria
James "Che Guevara Wannabe" Cleverley
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