Well an entertaining time of things I've been having recently and no mistake. Some fairly serious unpleasantness at work, a brief lancastrian interlude with my beloved and the return of along missed friend being just some of the ingredients in the heady cocktail of the last week or so.
The unpleasantness I have no wish to go into, other than to note this; isn't it odd that when something momentous or serious occurs the first reaction is one of disbelief, then the thought that someone responsible should be told like, say, an adult. Then finally the realisation that, hang on, you yourself are a responsible adult these days, and it's down to you to deal with.
The lancastrian interlude was a brief three day break with Mrs Coastaltown to recover from a straight fortnight in work. There was a great deal of eating and sleeping, and not a great deal else. Absolutely perfect (well, not precisely, as I annoyed her to distraction by repeatedly chewing over the incident above, but I'd calmed down by about halfway through day two). Lancaster as a town is fabulous, all handsome stone and sweeping vistas. The sort of town that you look at and go "Yes, this is England all right."
And finally welcome back Alex from his arduous trip to france. And that other bloke he hangs around with, I think he's been off somewhere too, Skem, was it?
The unpleasantness I have no wish to go into, other than to note this; isn't it odd that when something momentous or serious occurs the first reaction is one of disbelief, then the thought that someone responsible should be told like, say, an adult. Then finally the realisation that, hang on, you yourself are a responsible adult these days, and it's down to you to deal with.
The lancastrian interlude was a brief three day break with Mrs Coastaltown to recover from a straight fortnight in work. There was a great deal of eating and sleeping, and not a great deal else. Absolutely perfect (well, not precisely, as I annoyed her to distraction by repeatedly chewing over the incident above, but I'd calmed down by about halfway through day two). Lancaster as a town is fabulous, all handsome stone and sweeping vistas. The sort of town that you look at and go "Yes, this is England all right."
And finally welcome back Alex from his arduous trip to france. And that other bloke he hangs around with, I think he's been off somewhere too, Skem, was it?
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