Been neglecting for a day or two, so just for information, back in sunny Grimsby. Joy.
Beer festival came and went; some out of town friends from the Internet came to Ipswich to play; fun time was had, vast amounts of beer was drunk and so was I. Did feel to an extent that the absence of a certain ingredient was felt, only my limited social skills to keep the beast ticking over, but it seemed to go fine. Was uncertain as to whether FLoH deserved a beer festival glass (as it's got a yorkie white rose on it, and she's of the yorkie type) to go with her collection or not, but saved myself the decision making process by getting bladdered and bringing one back anyway. See, all my best decisions are under the influence. Adjourned to the Lord Nelson for dinner, then off to the Dove where amongst other things I drank tequilla. Always a quality solution. To be honest, can't quite remember the journey home. Sorry about your ankle Pauline, hope it's alright.
Packed the funbuggy with more gear than it's good to cram in it, and wandered off to see mother prior to departing, then off to see my mate Jon and his wife Shez for lunch - traditional roast in The Dales, landlorded by Steve who ran The County when our group had it's glory days there. Walking up there was complicated by the fact that my lungs are still screwed, but needs must. After that, collected my friend Kaz who's coming up here for a week's sanctuary from her mad life problems down there, and made a final supplies and greetings stop at my grans before heading back. Better drive up than it was there, but then it's a Sunday, no tractors or lorries around. Returned to one excited cat, who's been looked after by my neighbour up to this point, unloaded a small mountain of bags and boxes from the car which will take about a fortnight to stack back away.
Went to bed, knowing I'm due up at five am to be in work for six. Awoke at three, sweating profusely and with my mind racing, and actually for the first time angry about what has transpired with life recently. I haven't allowed myself that luxury. People in the centre of the mess have never angered me since I've known them, or if they've annoyed me, I've kept it down as best I can so this was the first free reign it's had, and not for long. Pottered about and went to work, although I wasn't in the frame of mind for it by about a thousand percent. Made a call to a good mate who's good at chilling me down and duly chilled down. Works still stank though. Bought a lot of bottles of beer in Tommy Esco's, and for some reason a cocktail shaker, if nothing else it's a nice kitchen ornament. Buggered if I know how to actually use it...
Beer festival came and went; some out of town friends from the Internet came to Ipswich to play; fun time was had, vast amounts of beer was drunk and so was I. Did feel to an extent that the absence of a certain ingredient was felt, only my limited social skills to keep the beast ticking over, but it seemed to go fine. Was uncertain as to whether FLoH deserved a beer festival glass (as it's got a yorkie white rose on it, and she's of the yorkie type) to go with her collection or not, but saved myself the decision making process by getting bladdered and bringing one back anyway. See, all my best decisions are under the influence. Adjourned to the Lord Nelson for dinner, then off to the Dove where amongst other things I drank tequilla. Always a quality solution. To be honest, can't quite remember the journey home. Sorry about your ankle Pauline, hope it's alright.
Packed the funbuggy with more gear than it's good to cram in it, and wandered off to see mother prior to departing, then off to see my mate Jon and his wife Shez for lunch - traditional roast in The Dales, landlorded by Steve who ran The County when our group had it's glory days there. Walking up there was complicated by the fact that my lungs are still screwed, but needs must. After that, collected my friend Kaz who's coming up here for a week's sanctuary from her mad life problems down there, and made a final supplies and greetings stop at my grans before heading back. Better drive up than it was there, but then it's a Sunday, no tractors or lorries around. Returned to one excited cat, who's been looked after by my neighbour up to this point, unloaded a small mountain of bags and boxes from the car which will take about a fortnight to stack back away.
Went to bed, knowing I'm due up at five am to be in work for six. Awoke at three, sweating profusely and with my mind racing, and actually for the first time angry about what has transpired with life recently. I haven't allowed myself that luxury. People in the centre of the mess have never angered me since I've known them, or if they've annoyed me, I've kept it down as best I can so this was the first free reign it's had, and not for long. Pottered about and went to work, although I wasn't in the frame of mind for it by about a thousand percent. Made a call to a good mate who's good at chilling me down and duly chilled down. Works still stank though. Bought a lot of bottles of beer in Tommy Esco's, and for some reason a cocktail shaker, if nothing else it's a nice kitchen ornament. Buggered if I know how to actually use it...
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