Besides my supremely nice fellow probationers, the in charges there are really relaxed and forever laughing among-st themselves. The old folks are mostly smiley folk and everything feels so.. homely.
I never really remembered what the names of my fellow probationers are. I know them by their hours. This nice dude is 280h. This dude who says "cb" a lot is 180h. I am 80h. And the last dude is The Unfriendly One.
Hazel is loving and sweet and met me for lunch heh.
And I slapped my big fat face as her first ever Instagram photo heh heh.
I forgot how the rest of the day went, but it's mostly me and my family talking about nonsense as usual. My memory is either not registering or I'm spending too little time with the folks at home. Probably the latter.
Gotta rectify that.
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