White van prat (a-tish-ooooooo)
4 December 2006 @ 11:46
|
Why is it, when your cycling along, vans driver will sit there staring at you and then begin reversing just as you go behind them? Then they have the audacity to pip me! Oh well, for once I have timed my shopping trip to the bastion of capitalism that is Tesco during a dry patch in the day. Now, as I am settled at the keyboard in my nice warm house with another bastion of capitalism to drink (coke zero) it has proceeded to piss it down. I thought I was doing very well. Usually but the third week of September I am streaming with a heavy cold but I have so far staved it off. Oh, I hear you cry, must be all those oranges, fresh Devon air and cycling to bastions of capitalism keeping you fighting fit. Well, anyway, we went to Bristol to visit Alex this weekend and I knew things looked ominous when Chicken said he felt he was a bit under the weather. He never gets the colds I suffer from. Probably a good thing now he is a working hen, as, like most male persons, when he has a cold it is actually “flu”. But I digress, having returned from Bristol I am the proud owner of a cough and sore throat. Oh well, I did last until December, a record since leaving Eire. As to Bristol we had a nice time. We finally got to see where Alex works, the Sandringham pub, and Chicken and I spent a pleasant Friday afternoon rambling in Bristol city centre, getting the last few items of birthday/Xmas giftage and visiting Virgin Megastore. We also enjoyed reliving our students days by staying up late and sleeping in! It really is winter now, December, the final month of 2006. Soon I will be twenty-four, a volunteer again and [officially, according to the state] married. Where did the year go? Oh well, off to work soon, so I better do our lunch and watch Channel 4 news to keep my full and sane… (only three weeks to go… only three weeks to go) |
