I finished The Crossing of Ingo (the final book in a series by Helen Dunmore) yesterday. Now I'm all sad. I need moar! I'm gonna miss Faro & all the rest of them :(
I have to write an essay over half term. Oh happy days. Damn you English, damn you!
We went to see a french film today at Cineworld. It was called Tell No One. It was like a thriller-murder mystery-getting chased by the cops-kinda movie. Pretty alright actually.
And it would have been even better if we actually knew what was going on! The flippin' coach turned up late so we missed the first half hour/hour. Honestly.
I have a sudden urge to say, "My boy Salazar." Forgive me.