Monster Blog Effort - II, the quickening!
Hello there! Boring day at work today, though I did get all of the vaccing down done, and have not much to do but paperwork for the rest of the week. Most dull.
Anyhow, returning to Sunday before last. Enormous hangover was to be had in the morning, owing to staying up very late the night before and a couple of beers in the bargain. And by 'couple' I mean 'more than a couple'. My own fault, and I did deserve it, but did make me subdued for the rest of the day; even Ade noticed this! To be fair, though, he's never really seen me on a depressive day, and most of the time we meet up we're usually yacking in the pub, so....anyhow, Ange was all bright and breezy since she'd got to bed at a sociable hour (despite being chronically unable to make a decision). Pub lunch was the order of the day, and whilst I sat monged out they both came to a decision about where to go. To be fair, I'd have been happy just sitting in all day, and breakfast would have been a good idea, but no! A fifteen-odd mile drive was in order to the little village of Star.
I love place names in Britain, you've got the really dowdy sounding ones and then every so often, something really pretty. And Star seems to be a very nice place, though to be fair I'm in love with the West Country in general. Pub lunch was perhaps the best I've ever seen in a long while, and I'm absolutely gutted that I didnt do it more justice, as I would have done on an ordinary day. Hangover contributed general feelings of ill, so that I actually had to stop eating and dampen down the feelings of sick! Was very nice food though, and the best way to describe it would be to hint at the expressions on the faces of Ange and Ade when huge slices of beef were being cut for me, expressions of longing and hunger, coupled with appreciation of something exquisitely beautiful. And delicious it was.
Sat around in the pub for a while at my insistence - if I'd been taken in the car on a full stomach it would have ended up being such a waste - and then headed back into Bristol for what I'm going to term the Great Chocolate Shopping Extravangza. Having decided that the diet had all gone to pot for the weekend, A&A (both on same regime!) thought 'fuck it' and went a bit mad over the choosing of sweeties. Or at least Ange did. I think she was channelling her inner little girl quite succesfully! Most amusing.
A quiet Sunday evening was then had, revisiting the delights of Spaced which is still dead funny, recommend.
Monday woke up very early, early enough even to witness Ade in his desperate attempts to get a towel without waking me up (bless), but then stayed in for a doze. Didnt have anything in particular to do, but strolled down Cheltenham Road and into Broadmead and eventually along the waterfront. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, plenty of sunshine and I enjoyed every minute of it. I'd forgotten just how lovely Bristol is in the sunshine, something I lost appreciation for whilst I still lived there. Shame the Wills Building is cloaked in scaffolding at the moment. Lots of thinking and anticipating was done, and an extended phone call to Patrick outside the hospital just made my day, really. And then pretty promptly into bed after an evening of soap opera (I remember why I dont watch it!). Hairy muff, no?
That's your lot for those days, stay tuned for Tuesday!
Anyhow, returning to Sunday before last. Enormous hangover was to be had in the morning, owing to staying up very late the night before and a couple of beers in the bargain. And by 'couple' I mean 'more than a couple'. My own fault, and I did deserve it, but did make me subdued for the rest of the day; even Ade noticed this! To be fair, though, he's never really seen me on a depressive day, and most of the time we meet up we're usually yacking in the pub, so....anyhow, Ange was all bright and breezy since she'd got to bed at a sociable hour (despite being chronically unable to make a decision). Pub lunch was the order of the day, and whilst I sat monged out they both came to a decision about where to go. To be fair, I'd have been happy just sitting in all day, and breakfast would have been a good idea, but no! A fifteen-odd mile drive was in order to the little village of Star.
I love place names in Britain, you've got the really dowdy sounding ones and then every so often, something really pretty. And Star seems to be a very nice place, though to be fair I'm in love with the West Country in general. Pub lunch was perhaps the best I've ever seen in a long while, and I'm absolutely gutted that I didnt do it more justice, as I would have done on an ordinary day. Hangover contributed general feelings of ill, so that I actually had to stop eating and dampen down the feelings of sick! Was very nice food though, and the best way to describe it would be to hint at the expressions on the faces of Ange and Ade when huge slices of beef were being cut for me, expressions of longing and hunger, coupled with appreciation of something exquisitely beautiful. And delicious it was.
Sat around in the pub for a while at my insistence - if I'd been taken in the car on a full stomach it would have ended up being such a waste - and then headed back into Bristol for what I'm going to term the Great Chocolate Shopping Extravangza. Having decided that the diet had all gone to pot for the weekend, A&A (both on same regime!) thought 'fuck it' and went a bit mad over the choosing of sweeties. Or at least Ange did. I think she was channelling her inner little girl quite succesfully! Most amusing.
A quiet Sunday evening was then had, revisiting the delights of Spaced which is still dead funny, recommend.
Monday woke up very early, early enough even to witness Ade in his desperate attempts to get a towel without waking me up (bless), but then stayed in for a doze. Didnt have anything in particular to do, but strolled down Cheltenham Road and into Broadmead and eventually along the waterfront. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, plenty of sunshine and I enjoyed every minute of it. I'd forgotten just how lovely Bristol is in the sunshine, something I lost appreciation for whilst I still lived there. Shame the Wills Building is cloaked in scaffolding at the moment. Lots of thinking and anticipating was done, and an extended phone call to Patrick outside the hospital just made my day, really. And then pretty promptly into bed after an evening of soap opera (I remember why I dont watch it!). Hairy muff, no?
That's your lot for those days, stay tuned for Tuesday!
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