Gwlad Fy Nhadau...

[hantsbear]

Here I am sat in my hotel in Stafford.  It's somewhat strange to be here and not visiting relatives, but I don't want Dear Beloved Aged Parent aware that I'm getting interviews in case I get the "well, if you cut your hair..." lecture if I'm not getting results.  Because if I do get the lecture, I will lose my temper and I've already given the old sod two barrels of Very Depressed Koala between the forehead when he came back from Australia.

Anyway, interview is tomorrow.  Money is not good, but if it's all I can get, I'll probably take it... we shall see.