Categories: just-life
Date: 25 January 2010 09:35:35
I spent this weekend driving a van up to Newcastle and back to help a friend move flats. There is something about having driven for six hours, after work, only to be told that the packing hasn't even been started yet that just warms my soul.
Warms it and makes it cry, all at the same time.
Needless to say we eventually got everything packed and got down to the sunny side of London-town. For some reason I seem unable to get through London from the North without hitting the A1. Every damned time... and likewise on hitting the A5 coming off Euston Road to cut down to Marble Arch... missed again. Only lightly lost in Notting Hill but once I got to Holland Park Roundabout it was easy as pie.
Cherry pie with cream...
Something else that I have noticed is that for the third year running I've managed to miss my own Wibirthday, this one being my fifth. Oh I remember those early days, all fresh-faced and not knowing anything (bonus points for those who know which musical that line came from). When I was looking forward to my twenty-fifth birthday.
Wow, five years has flown past...
And your random wiki page for today is the small town of Berwyn, Nebraska, population of one hundred and thirty-four. And because I feel like it, here's an aerial view from Multimap.