I'm away from my carefully compiled list of lyrics waiting to find new life as a title. I have also forgotten my cable so I cannot retrieve my pre-written blog entry from my phone.
But I can say that the 259 to Kings Cross does not go to Kings Cross, but rather leaves the rider stranded at some unknown bus stop somewhere behind Pentoville Road.
Somehow I'm more worried and/or stressed about going to London tomorrow than I was this time last year. But this year it's in a quiet, exhausted way, not a run-around way.
And this time round I know things I didn't know last time including
I haven't managed to convey how I'm really feeling.
But maybe I like surprises.
So I've recieved my letter from the student loans people telling me that they are giving me money next year, woo hoo! It is, being London, less than my rent, but never mind, I'll cross that bridge later. On the top of the letter it says in big red letters "TAKE THIS WITH YOU TO REGISTRATION" and at the bottom stresses the importance of this, saying that if I don't then the money will never arrive at The Nationwide.
I have however, already registered for this coming academic year. It did online, have paid my fees and am now fully enrolled.
I probably have a need to call some people and quote reference numbers. Oh joy.
