A weekend of trains
So, it's been a busy couple of days. I've not had much chance to blog! So here we go with the update.
Dad came to visit me on Thursday, dropping off my passport, many thanks Dad. It's so much better than my last one, a bit more of a close-up too, but at least I look very like myself. Same dour expression, mind, but apparently that's what you have to do these days. Beardage very much in evidence, so I'll be keeping it for the next ten years, then. Which reminds me, I need to trim it.....
Bit of an awkward evening though, I'm never sure what to talk about with Dad since the obvious topics will only bring up a few hurtful memories or bothersome present problems - lots of stuff going around him that I've handily divested myself from, which I suppose makes me a bit of a bastard. This isnt going to change in the mear future, though, so I'm just going to have to get used to it. He clearly isnt happy about me on the bike though, despite all my arguings of why it is more sensible; I think he thinks I've kinda betrayed him or Mum in some nebulous way, in that she would never have wanted to see me on the back of one, and never did since I only took up biking after she died. Well, that's a whole can of worms to open later.
Also on same evening I got a phone call from one of the letting agents, saying that I *could* go and view properties this weekend, so I've taken a rather unexpected trip south this weekend. Not that I mind, since any excuse to go and stay with P is a good one, but it does mean I've spent most of the past few days sat on a train. Smooth journey south, but they've been digging up the Brighton line this weekend which meant massive detours going to Surrey on saturday, and again a longer trip home than usual. But the plus side is, I may have found somewhere to live already, and have already asked to put in an offer. We'll see what happens with that, since it's actually for 3 weeks later than the place is available, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Here's hoping! Waxing lyrical will commence at a later date, when and if it's confirmed.
So, most of the weekend spent on trains, no doubt with me making many observations and failing to remember any of them for bloggage, but there you have it. Only memorable occasion was being a direct witness to a drunken bout of fisticuffs at Clapham Junction, and being very worried that some people were going to push each other under a train. Drunk people in public, not good. Not that I'm totally innocent of that, having squatted in Leicester Square for half an hour in the rain in the middle of the day one time, but at least I was quiet and didnt disturb anyone else!
It's now time for bed, and perhaps more and bigger bloggage tomorrow. But then, I'm always promising that, so dont count on it (:-)
Dad came to visit me on Thursday, dropping off my passport, many thanks Dad. It's so much better than my last one, a bit more of a close-up too, but at least I look very like myself. Same dour expression, mind, but apparently that's what you have to do these days. Beardage very much in evidence, so I'll be keeping it for the next ten years, then. Which reminds me, I need to trim it.....
Bit of an awkward evening though, I'm never sure what to talk about with Dad since the obvious topics will only bring up a few hurtful memories or bothersome present problems - lots of stuff going around him that I've handily divested myself from, which I suppose makes me a bit of a bastard. This isnt going to change in the mear future, though, so I'm just going to have to get used to it. He clearly isnt happy about me on the bike though, despite all my arguings of why it is more sensible; I think he thinks I've kinda betrayed him or Mum in some nebulous way, in that she would never have wanted to see me on the back of one, and never did since I only took up biking after she died. Well, that's a whole can of worms to open later.
Also on same evening I got a phone call from one of the letting agents, saying that I *could* go and view properties this weekend, so I've taken a rather unexpected trip south this weekend. Not that I mind, since any excuse to go and stay with P is a good one, but it does mean I've spent most of the past few days sat on a train. Smooth journey south, but they've been digging up the Brighton line this weekend which meant massive detours going to Surrey on saturday, and again a longer trip home than usual. But the plus side is, I may have found somewhere to live already, and have already asked to put in an offer. We'll see what happens with that, since it's actually for 3 weeks later than the place is available, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Here's hoping! Waxing lyrical will commence at a later date, when and if it's confirmed.
So, most of the weekend spent on trains, no doubt with me making many observations and failing to remember any of them for bloggage, but there you have it. Only memorable occasion was being a direct witness to a drunken bout of fisticuffs at Clapham Junction, and being very worried that some people were going to push each other under a train. Drunk people in public, not good. Not that I'm totally innocent of that, having squatted in Leicester Square for half an hour in the rain in the middle of the day one time, but at least I was quiet and didnt disturb anyone else!
It's now time for bed, and perhaps more and bigger bloggage tomorrow. But then, I'm always promising that, so dont count on it (:-)
posted by J at 11:18 PM
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