1. London mice like to eat poltenta, entire packets of spagetti, Jacob's cream crackers and cous cous. Prententious shits.
2. I am not going into work tomorrow. I should, but now I am not. I have remote access and my boss is in meetings all day; her new boss who freshly arrives in London tomorrow can chuff off if he thinks I must be there after the previous 76 hour week.
3. I have 14.5 bottles of wine in my kitchen. How many can I drink in one day?
I have nothing interesting to say really, just killing time. Now you.