In short, the best kind
In another damp and depressing evening of Epic Fail I managed to miss out on Helen-Pippa-groovaliciousness, but I did get to spend time with my friend Jane and watch four episodes of The Mighty Boosh in a row. Which was some consolation.
After visiting the supermarket and packing my bag, I noticed that my milk container had been impaled by a thumbtack from the local community noticeboard. This isn’t a problem – unless I pull it out. As for germs, I figure that if I can survive for three weeks in India without getting sick, there’s not much a thumbtack can do to me.