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Date: 28 February 2006 06:04:47
***N.b. for those who missed yesterdays post this is the beginning of my lent wiblogging. Fictional exploration of taking 40 days out, please feel free to contribute thoughts on what is going through characters head, etc through comments section***
Ok, better start by explaining how a mad idea in a pub is becoming reality.
We were sitting there getting slowly bladdered, as you do when you live in a small town with nothing else to do. As usual I was moaning about the temping job I've been doing since leaving uni, (hospitality request input clerk) and how I didn't know if I could stick it until my real job starts at the beginning of May. Then, as is about usual for my 3rd pint I got onto how I wish I'd had the money to take a gap year and do the whole hippy thing of going and finding myself.
Anyway it was at this point S told me to stop whinging, and if I was that **** desperate to find myself his uncle had a caravan in the back end of no where, surrounded only by cabbage fields. So that was the start, it was only meant to shut me up, but by the end of the evening a plan had been hatched, the uncle texted and it was sorted.
By Monday it was dawning what I'd done and I was all ready to admit that it was all a drunken mistake, until I had the day from hell at work. The system was down and it seemed everybody in the organisation was having a meeting on Wednesday and needed me to put in their orders for tea, coffee and mineral water that minute, system or no system. By the end of the day I had had enough, anything had to be better than this, even 6 weeks in a cabbage field.
So that's the explanation. Well today I have been getting the final bits sorted, particularly as the plan has somehow developed that I do this with no home comforts at all, so I could have the authentic hippy experience I'd been going on about every Friday night for I don't know how long.
So: i-pod has gone to nephew for a few weeks
Mum's got the mobile for safe keeping
Cat has gone to neighbour who ends up feeding it more than me, normally anyway.
Flat is being used by friend who is v.glad to get 6 weeks away from parents, but is allergic to cats
Fridge has been run down, so today I just have to finish eggs, sausages and I think the bacon's still in date, washed down by the remains of most of a bottle of white and a bowl of Weetabix will use the milk I have left.
Oh and I better use the end of the bread and the bit of cheese I have left for munchies after I get back from the pub for my farewell session.