I'm not working at the moment
phentermine off label I skipped the last part of the conference to make it back to London in time to watch Chelsea play at home but as I was leaving, I got a text from my son, Peter, 21 who is at Oxford University, saying “lunch?”. I did a U-turn and drove into Oxford, as sometimes I think the only time he eats is when he’s with me. I found him wallowing in the bath and we had a lovely lunch together and then I drove back to London, narrowly missing the second half. But I was listening on the radio as we got a penalty and equalised in the last few moments.