On Thursday I have to go and work in Brighton…actually 15 miles away in Uckfield but no-one has ever heard of Uckfield so I’m going to say Brighton. I’m getting the train to Brighton anyway and then a taxi to Uckfield.
Funny things about Uckfield:
- Uck rhymes with duck and fuck.
- It really is a field.
- Tiny Tasha reminded me to take my welly boots if I was going to Uckfield because it might be muddy.
Currently I don’t know when the meeting starts or what time I’m going to finish but I fully intend to give the lovely Chloe a cuddle while I’m there. I haven’t seen her for ages and I’m really hoping that she’ll spare me a hug or two. People just don’t hug often enough.
If she’s busy on Thursday then I may just make a placard and follow in the footsteps of Juan Mann and damn the law.
Anyone want to meet me for a hug?