Isn't it just! There was a slight spring in my step this morning on the way to work.
Although I was kept up most of the night by the Fenerbahce mentalists.
Fenerbahce winning the title.
I can't sleep, there's: vuvuzelas, firecrackers, fireworks, car horns, gun fire and police sirens all going off.
Plus the fact that it's midnight and 25 degrees.
Well it was strange, I was wandering around the charity shops in Kings Heath and found them. They're in good nick, a few of the packets have split on the seam (from age a presume). So far the open one contains. Chilavert, Blanc, Ravanelli and Bebeto.
Are they worth something?
One of my favourites when I was there. Used to close too early though.
I actually pinched one of the Rochefort glasses when they had that on once. Then a housemates friend dropped it .
They were beautiful.
Only place I knew where you could order a pint of Leffe.
I'm not talking about getting leathered on wife beater.
In Aber there was a great pub called the ship and castle, which used to have a great range of Trappiste Belgian beer. I ordered one to go, savoured it before hitting the sack and went into my exam with a clear head.
Take a day off then.
I revised so much for a French history exam that I was nearly having a nervous breakdown about it. Called my tutor who said, take a day off and have a glass of beer before bed and don't worry.
Got 81 in the exam.
Everyone wants an en suite, they think it's the bollocks. Until you set off the fire alarm 20 times from the shower steam. It also get's bloody filthy, because lets face it your not going to get the Jif out every few days.
You'll get rid of all your fears of a shared bathroom after a few weeks, days even.