State of chaos

Well, half my bedroom's currently in boxes in the bathroom waiting to be deep cleaned; I've been over the rest with a vaccumn and a mop twice trying to shift the plaster dust that's gotten everywhere but to no avail. Guess what I'll be doing tonight then. Ten minutes with a disk cutter, digging out a cable run that needs to be created; and nothing's ever the same! Mind you, probably overdue. Judging from the underside of the bed, there's enough discarded Gizmo hair down there to make two more cats.

I've been off on the pop again; down to Ipswich for young Kaz's birthday. Jolly afternoon and evening; upon arrival nipped down to the town centre to aquire supplies of decent coffee.... can't get it here.... and was walking past the Old Rep pub, which I notice is now just called "The Rep", in an attempt to be groovier and refurbished and differently marketted where I thought I heard someone shout my name; as indeed I did. My old mate Sarge was hanging out of the pub window, having spotted my head walk past while having an afternoon session with Big NotGay Al, Adam the Foolish and Bloke with Sideburns. So a jolly quick pint grabbed, and afterwards onto the famous Fat Cat public house to meet up with Alien Kev, oft' mentioned in this journal for much brown beer; then onto the excellent Dove for more of the same before moving off to Pals to join up with the others; which is a shame as it's not our sort of place, but hey, I'll make her come to a brown beer pub when it's MY birthday, eh. Fair's fair and all that.

Not a great deal to report really; except that the weather was excellent; the beer was fine; Pals is confusing, rubbish, large, spent half the night looking for separated people; and lunch at the Butt and Oyster on the river on Sunday was most groovy indeed. Would have liked to have bimbled up the coast for a while, but there was no time before returning north again was the order of the day. Need some mooch time in Suffolk I think; it's deserving of exploring again.