Update

Reunion was fun, in the end. Going into work for an 8.30am start after only 4 hours sleep was less fun, but except for a very hoarse voice, which I put down to coughing up colourful gunk for days, I think I got away with it.

Although a few people I would have liked to have seen were off gallivanting around Asia or Australia or already back at uni, it was great to get the whole year group back together and catch up.

The after-party was pretty good, trailing round three or four bars and ending up in a new club in town with a flashing dance floor - so retro.

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Maude (my car - don't mock me for naming it) has got another step closer to the scrap yard. On picking up a friend to drive to school for reunion, I discovered that the drivers-side door was well and truly jammed.

I lost all dignity trying to clamber over the gearstick in a mini-skirt and heels from the passenger side to get to my seat.

It's not booked in at the garage yet, cos I can't manage it til payday, but the good news is that the lock now has around a 40% success rate - slightly embarrassing if it chooses to jam as I'm trying to nonchalantly get into my car while talking to a (extremely gorgeous and lovely) male colleague.

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In other news, I tidied my bedroom for the first time in months, and have thrown out so much stuff I've rediscovered the colour of my carpet. I even hoovered.

Reunion

It's the school reunion tomorrow night, and I'm not overly convinced that I want to go. Out of the 150 people I went to sixth form with, I think there's only twenty or so that I'd actually like to see again, and out of that twenty, I've seen nineteen of them in the past two weeks.

I have absolutely no desire to stand around making idle chit-chat with people I was never friends with about how hammered they got at the union last week and how little work they've done; nor am I that keen to see any of my old teachers. I'd like to walk in, collect my certificates, and walk out again. But social etiquette will probably prevail, and tomorrow night you'll find me making idle polite small talk with people I have so little feeling towards, I don't even dislike them anymore.