Goodbye Plymouth, Hello Greatford

Yesterday saw the great move back home. All the crap that I have gathered over the last year got packed into Mary (my car) and my dad's Volvo, and now I busy trying to fit it all into my room back here at my parents. As I'm sure many uni students up and down the country know - 2 rooms worth of stuff does not fit into 1 room!
Having been persuaded by Emily that I had to go out for drinks on Monday night, a few of us went out. All was going fine, till Owen and Rich decided to buy me, not just a pint (which my mum is hoping I'm going to give up now I'm away from my footie mates - some chance!) but a cocktail as well! Due to lack of food again, went straight to my head, and on top of that Nick bought me a shooter as well! Let's just say that the mixture of alcohol and lack of food made Tuesday morning very interesting indeed.
My last home game wasn't as bad as I feared. As Owen and Giles had really teased me on Tuesday night - I warned Owen not to do it again on Saturday, so he arrived with a yorkie saying "I've bought a present for the leaving one". It was definitely required after the shocking performance by Argyle. At least I wont have to see many shocking performances like that again!
Ah well - must go and finishing sorting out my room.