I have had the most extreme 8 days of my life this past week. Firstly my weekend at Beverley Festival started wet, then got drier as went on. Tuesday my girlfriend whom I love very much gets told she's being deported Wednesday lunchtime because she's honest about her intentions to stay in the UK. Then I nearly jack everything in to go back to the US with her and stay for a while. Now I'm numb, drunk and contemplating life with my better half in a few months! Better yet I still have my smile.
