Flower land was a new experience for me. I had visions of endless fields of violets, blue bells and forget-me-nots broken up by the usual generic themepark frivolities. I couldn't of been more wrong. Instead we were confronted with a vast number of geriatrics huddled under a greenhouse. Not forgetting the fish torture shop... Sod the stones, lets watch the scaly bastards ricochet off the sides of the tank. BRILLIANT.
A new excuse to avoid lectures is the moral stand. Or hows about if you're an egotistical prick no one is going to turn up. Tu comprend?
£303 gas bill. World war 3 inevitably about to break out... Need I say any more. We just won't go there.
Yours truly. Mwah mwah.