Claire doesn’t seem to know what to do with herself. She had her last exam for the year this morning.
Previously, she’d play computer games in an effort to procrastinate on revising. But now she doesn’t have to revise, so she can’t find anything to procrastinate from doing.
Perhaps I should give her something to do.
And in other news, here’s a fab picture of Paul, horrendously drunk after an afternoon in the Victoria Inn, Borth: