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Date: 30 March 2006 22:43:09
I should be gone already but I'm still at home instead of spending my first night in Butlins-land! Went to see a friend and spent a great part of the day with her. I nearly cancelled when I found out I'm making my own way down but decided not to because I'd missed her last week with being poorly and won't see her for a few weeks... Well I did spend a little longer at C's than planned but managed to get home in time to finish packing and, I thought, get one the the 2 last trains. The first would have been tight and I estimated I had enough time to get the second (and last) but it seems I was wrong. I had more to do at home than I remembered and without even touching the washing up or going to the cellar to dig out my wheels, I rushed of with case and bag of: munchies + flask + cushion, to the train station. I knew it'd be tight when I left the house. I scamped through town and arrived into the station to the very discouraging sound of a train leaving the quay... Too right. It was gone. I hate missing trains. More than being late for most things. Possibly a tiny bit less than missing buses but I'm not sure. I think I hate missing trains more because they're usually taking me further. Anyhow, I'll never get used to it!
So stood there awhile, thought of ringing a few people. I could have begged a lift to Brimingham and made it, just on the tail-end of rush hour I think I had a fair shot with 45minutes to do a 20-35minute run (night-rush hour) but I just stood there. I nearly cried, I didn't feel like going home. Still not sure i do feel like having come home. I felt annoyed at myself for not having left C's earlier, for not having cancelled, for having chosen my good mate and a roast chicken dinner over getting an earlier train... And then I figured I'd had suc a lovely day and I felt so crap and tired that there was no point dissing the lovely parts of my day. I picked up my things and walked off, sent another adored mate a text askin if she was free for a drink down the pub and off I trundled. Found fruit scones and some more Green & Blacks cherry chocolate to replace the half-slab I forgot at work last night (probably to the delectation of a few staff and 1 of the lads who like the stuff), munched on a scone for my tea and took my sorry self off to one of 2 fave pubs to chill in with a hot choc.
The Arbor Lights is a great place for people watching, a weird pub which maybe shouldn't be called a pub but rather a posh restaurant with a lounging area... The food is great. Most importantly they make a mean hot drink. Coffee in many guises and lush hot chocolate.
First hot chocolate had flumps with it. I bit into the second one and nearly shreeked or dropped at the pain in my tooth. Took some of those pain killers I bought in a daze yesterday. I couldn't see them for tears but managed. Ate some more flumps and drank my hot choc making sure it all stayed to the right and got a text back from H. My saviour was free, on her way, and would I order her one too.
Moved to the newly vacated couch and ordered 2 large hot chocolates and dropped into that couch to wait. God always seems oddly removed when I feel like this, not far away but rather out of focus, less 'substantial' as in if i tried to touch his wounds my hand's go through for lack of solidity... Yet He holds me so close, so tenderly and today He found me the ideal person to cheer me up and chill out with. We chatted of my woes and adventures, of her day, of mine, of whatever else and a third drink later we looked at the time and shifted our beautiful bottoms and headed back to the Butts.
Home. It feels silly coming home 2 hours after setting out with a case and bag... I played guitar, washed up, ate more scones, found my roller-blades so that I can take them when I go tomorrow and Voila! here you have it: a diary post of my adventure. How very boring. How very mundane. How very much like me being better at talking than listening, at answering questions and telling people about me than at thinking of them, asking them and finding out about others...
No, no, I'm not putting myself down (I guess a though or 2 from some of you...), simply I know what I am naturally inclined to do and what takes a little good effort.
I never cease wanting a car and a licence. One day... One day...