I've been in Birmingham less than 12 hours and I've got a very sore throat. I rang home to speak to Marko and he thought I was a man! And then afterward retracted it and pronounced that it was bordering on Deirdre Barlow.
And now I'm in my room, all alone with no craft supplies. I feel bereft. Instead I jotted this quote on complimentary note paper whilst scoffing the complimentary bickies.