Wrote a massive story about my week and it didn’t save.

Basically

Saturday-Sunday, Lloyd stayed and it was nice.

Sunday, tidied.

Monday, wento the bank, then tidied more.

Tuesday, went to Lloyds grans to see him for a bit then stayed at Lauras.

Wednesday, went to see my grandad.

Thursday, went to an art gallery with natalie and went out for lunch, then went to andys. It was goot to catch up with them both.

Friday, saw Lloyd some more.

Saturday, went to see KT Tunstall with mom.

Sunday, went to artist talk and pizza hut with mom, gonna do some paintings with hidden stitching.

Something more deep any meaningful to say?.. hmm. I like my boyfriend, I guess he’s not everyones idea of the best boyfriend, but I think the fact that we’re so different makes us fit nicely, I wouldn’t want anyone else. & I’m pleased to know that last few parties where there’s been ample opportunities, he’s been completely uninterested.