life in a B&B

this week has gone super fast. i feel like im nicely getting back into x-raying people and learning more difficult stuff. every morning i go down for breakfast (which is cooked for me) and out comes the huge 'family size' pot of tea... during the week the B&B is full of workmen, which means dirty breakfast conversations (which i haven't been joining in with). i don't think its wierd to think my life in truro is a bit odd.
i now have a microwave and fridge (which are my only cooking facilities).... by the time im out of here, i'll be a master of microwave cookings, maybe i could write a book. the landlady was kind enough to give me the key to the part of the house with a pay-telephone and the telephone number for it (even though she said she wouldn't when i first arrived) when i told her about emma and please can i have it!!

truro is pretty.