Had our work Christmas party on Friday. We went to London, which took 2 hours by coach (on a fast train its half an hour from Reading to Paddington, then another half hour to Waterloo). Went to the Tower of London for all of half an hour and took the tour which told us all sorts of exciting things about it, so then we went for lunch. So now I still need to go back there. Not terribly impressed with the food either - it was expensive stuff. Admittedly I worked that out from the fact the menu was completely unintelligible, but it basically means small amounts of food for, doubtless, large prices.

Then we went down the pub. Which was good as long as I talked to Nicole, Nicki and Carli, who are interesting. The only trouble was that despite avoiding smoking as much as possible, all my clothes (apart from my underwear, obviously) and my hair all stunk so badly of smoke. So I had to wash them all today. Last night I got a reminder of the smell as well in the house. My landlady seems to have this strange obsession with spraying some smelly stuff all round the house. What for, I don't know, because it nearly makes me throw up, it smells so sickly sweet.

Just discovered that my brown inhaler is probably nearly run out, if not totally run out. I not only don't have a spare, I don't have a repeat pescription either. Will have to sort that out when I get back after Christmas. I should probably get a spare blue one as well, so that'll cost an arm and a leg.

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