My phone has broken. It's not the service, nor is it actually the phone itself, but the charger. Just this morning I'd disconnected the phone from the charger and a piece that should've remained attached to the charger instead remained plugged into the phone. This wouldn't have been so disconcerting if there weren't little corkscrewy gold wires sticking helplessly out of the rest of the charger. I've got a fully charged phone at the moment but I don't know how long that'll last...
I've got to hop in the shower as currently I smell like lazy and I've got to meet Corey, Meghan and Tom at the New Cross tube stop in order to lead the charge up to Camden market for the afternoon. At 4 I'm meeting Anthony at the globe on the Thames and we'll wander, find dinner, and make our way up to St. Martin in the Fields for the Concert tonight.
Really really, more later. I know this was sparse.
Oh, and Mum, I CAN receive text messages...and love them.
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