Today started out as being a nice day. The sun was out, the horses were clip-clopping outside our bedroom window (seriously) and things looked good. We went to the pub last night for a good meal (though I ate too much) and a nice night overall. This morning, we got a nice surprise in the post when we found out that our landlady had deposited our security deposit and had only taken £120 out for various gripes. While we could probably contest that in the court of common sense, honestly, I can live with it and this now means that I don't have to think about her ever again.
We set our sights towards Saffron Walden to go investigate the town center. Things were going well too, until a unthinking gesture on my part basically shot our day from one end of the spectrum right to the other. In the blink of an eye, our day tailspinned, crashed and is now a small, charred pile of smouldering ashes.
And all I wanted was a stupid butter croissant.
AROOOGAH! I know that title from somewhere! Isn't it… wait, it's that IndoBrit show? On TVO? I loved it when I saw it last…
(http://livejournal.com/users/pretentiousgit)
yes, it was from a 3-part miniseries that ran on BBC1 last year.
(http://livejournal.com/users/talisker)