Going up to London today, the see a screening of the first two episodes of Psychoville, with a panel discussion afterwards (featuring the delectable Mr Shearsmiths).
Am also going to have my hair cut. Technically I can't afford it this week, but decided I'd manage. I'll have exactly £0.54 left! Poor hairdresser isn't getting a tip.
I'll run out of milk, but I can always get the 'rents to sub me - as long as they are buying groceries rather than giving me money they have no fear that they might be funding a relapse. Anyway, I know Mum has been looking at my untidy mop for weeks now with an exasperated air... She might not like it when I get back, but she will like the fact that I budgeted more of less correctly in order to get it done. She's rather sub me £1.66 than £15 after all.
Meeting my bro in London - although he lives in Aylesbury he commutes there for work. Which gives me a nice social aspect to the trip. I'm meeting him from work and walking over Westminster Bridge (
Earth has not anything to show more fair/ Dull would he be of soul who could pass by/ A sight so touching in its majesty - I'll take pics!) and down the South Bank together. He has my Mum's punctuality gene the same way I do, so he'll understand why I have to be in my seat by 18.00 when the ticket says 18.15
