So after hitching to Calais from Brussels and having to spend the night sleeping on the floor at the ferry terminal, I get ready to catch the first boat in the morning to Dover and what do I know, rather than just walking through as is the normal immigration procedure in my experience, I end up being inter(viewed)rogated and three hours after my initial approach to the passport control they decide that I actually can enter the Kingdom of Unitedness, but only for six days, if I'm not out by Tuesday I'll be in a spot of bother, but I have the ferry booked for Monday anyway.
There is so much more to this story, but well you'll just have to come visit me and we'll have a cup of tea and I'll tell you a few of the incredible things that have been happening in my life lately that I've not been finding the time to put up on here of late. If you read this and you're really interested let me know, and perhaps I can make a much more detailed account :)
Hope you're all wonderful and shiny!
