12:04 - Eventually, the satnav took us on a circuitous route back to the centre of Southampton where I was able to direct Dr K onto the A35. We may make it back to the B&B before 1 rather than the originally expected 12.
08:43 - The B&B's policy of serving breakfast between 8:30 and 9:30 on a Sunday is cruel and unusual.
08:47 - Dr K has just discovered that she can put her shoes on before her jeans and then still get her jeans on. She's so clever. I can't do that!
09:45 - turns out the the B&B landlady makes weekly visits to Bedminster in Bristol to babysit her grandson. Small world.
Weekly, though...
10:30 - Arrived at Wilverley Inclosure. Inclosure. Not Enclosure. It keeps the ponies out, not in. Vermin. I should set Dex on 'em.
11:26 - drinking tea in a cafe in New Milton. Emms says she'll be joining us in five. Which makes me wonder what she's leaving out. I'm here in seven. Kaz is in eight.
Also, there is a ninja child outside. New Milton has become much more cosmopolitan since I left 11 and a half years ago.
13:45 - Roast beefs. Beefs are my favourite vegetable. And no, my steak excesses last night haven't put me off cow at all!
17:25 - The journey home went quickly, primarily because I slept most of the way! The cats don't seem excessively pleased at are return, focussing mainly on escaping opportunities.
17:45 - cafe tea and B&B tea and brother tea and mate tea are all very nice, but nothing quite beats Home Tea.
20:18 - Made Dr K beans on toast. Cut her toast into heart shapes. All she was interested in was what I'd done with the bits I'd cut out.
I'd eaten them.
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Showing posts with label microblogging. Show all posts
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday
8.55 - Apparently we're married now. Dr K had a dream in which we got married in her mum's lounge. It's not really a dream location for a wedding (well, technically it was exactly that). Later, she went to the loo and found edible toilet paper made from recycled mobile phone batteries.
Unusually, I remember elements of my dream last night, too. I was staying in a hotel and, every time I went into the bathroom, I saw a child in the mirror, who wasn't there. It wasn't creepy, just odd. He was brushing his teeth.
Later, I worked out that it was actually an iPhone bug which meant that I could see videos recorded by other people in my hotel bathroom mirror. For some reason, I knew that this video belonged to my friend, Hannah although I'm unclear on just how I knew it.
It all made sense in the dream.
Back to real events: we're all breakfasted. Nothing of note took place, although the 'toast' was actually warm bread. now we have a couple of hours to kill before meeting my buddy, Stut.
9:36 - Look at my groyne:
10:20 - Beach done. Lots of joggers. Lots of jigglers...
Off to Poole now. I wonder if I can persuade Stut to go to the beach again!
10:58 - Westbourne is technically Poole, right? Anyway, everyone here needs facecloths, apparently.
12:25 - I was going to have soup. I really was. But they didn't serve soup 'til 12 so I was forced to have Dime Bar Cake.
Next stop... Hengistbury Head.
14:03 - Bakewell tart coffee?
16:22 - several teas have been drunk and stories exchanged. Now we're on the road again. Southampton and big brother's birthday celebration. Maybe more tea, as well.
19:23 - we're sitting outside a pub near the theatre in Southampton where they have a Michael Jackson show on. Dr K thinks it's a bit wrong that there are loads of kids walking past dressed as Michael Jackson.
19:42 - ew. I just saw a man's bottom.
20:30 - 16 oz. Before.
21:20 - 16 oz. After.
22:55 - Big brother refuses to believe that there is a road feature called a 'gyratory'.
23:15 - Egads! The motorway is closed and the sat nav is lost. Fingers crossed.
Unusually, I remember elements of my dream last night, too. I was staying in a hotel and, every time I went into the bathroom, I saw a child in the mirror, who wasn't there. It wasn't creepy, just odd. He was brushing his teeth.
Later, I worked out that it was actually an iPhone bug which meant that I could see videos recorded by other people in my hotel bathroom mirror. For some reason, I knew that this video belonged to my friend, Hannah although I'm unclear on just how I knew it.
It all made sense in the dream.
Back to real events: we're all breakfasted. Nothing of note took place, although the 'toast' was actually warm bread. now we have a couple of hours to kill before meeting my buddy, Stut.
9:36 - Look at my groyne:
10:20 - Beach done. Lots of joggers. Lots of jigglers...
Off to Poole now. I wonder if I can persuade Stut to go to the beach again!
10:58 - Westbourne is technically Poole, right? Anyway, everyone here needs facecloths, apparently.
12:25 - I was going to have soup. I really was. But they didn't serve soup 'til 12 so I was forced to have Dime Bar Cake.
Next stop... Hengistbury Head.
14:03 - Bakewell tart coffee?
16:22 - several teas have been drunk and stories exchanged. Now we're on the road again. Southampton and big brother's birthday celebration. Maybe more tea, as well.
19:23 - we're sitting outside a pub near the theatre in Southampton where they have a Michael Jackson show on. Dr K thinks it's a bit wrong that there are loads of kids walking past dressed as Michael Jackson.
19:42 - ew. I just saw a man's bottom.
20:30 - 16 oz. Before.
21:20 - 16 oz. After.
22:55 - Big brother refuses to believe that there is a road feature called a 'gyratory'.
23:15 - Egads! The motorway is closed and the sat nav is lost. Fingers crossed.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Friday
16:30 - I'm home. Hurriedly packing a bag with clean pants and stuff. Yay! I think I'll take my Batman pants and my Union Flag pants. You never know, I might get lucky and I wanna look my best.
I wonder what my chances of getting Dr K to drive down are...
16:55 - She took no persuading at all! Now I'm in the shed trying to figure out where she's hidden the automatic cat feeding device!
17:30 - Packing Dr K's boot is a bit like playing tetris. In other news, there's a cement mixing lorry doing it's dirty business on one of the neighbour's drives. Can't work out why.
Still, we're leaving now. We're on the road, baby!
17:55 - Just saw a cow having a poo in the field next to the motorway. Dirty bugger.
18:15
What's a Caution Horse?
18:33 - Melksham. I used to live here. I used to have dinners here. Which reminds me: I'm hungry.
19:00 - Yum. Just found a bag of crisps!
19:14 - More cows. Another one pooing. What is it with pooing cows today?
19:30 - No cows in Salisbury.
19:45 - But the cows in Fordingbridge definitely poo!
19:56 - Nearly there. I guess I'd better figure out where this B&B is.
20:05 - arrived at the B&B, but it's all closed up with a sign saying they'll be back soon. Oh well. I did tell them we'd be there at 9ish, so we can go and find some dinner and come back later.
20:10 - Italian... Closed.
20:15 - No room in the Thai.
20:20 - a sign at the pub:
20:25 - Curry it is! Woohoo!
21:45 - And a very tasty curry it was too.
We are now safely ensconced inside the 'Regan' suite of the White House B&B. I feel quite sorry for the people in the 'Nixon' suite across the hall.
22:15 - I just had half a shower. I got as far as washing my hair when the electric shower started to make a very scary whirring noise. The sort that makes you get out f the shower pretty sharpish in case it explodes.
On the basis that my pits don't smell too bad, I think I'll just settle for mentioning it in the morning.
Sleepy now. Night.
I wonder what my chances of getting Dr K to drive down are...
16:55 - She took no persuading at all! Now I'm in the shed trying to figure out where she's hidden the automatic cat feeding device!
17:30 - Packing Dr K's boot is a bit like playing tetris. In other news, there's a cement mixing lorry doing it's dirty business on one of the neighbour's drives. Can't work out why.
Still, we're leaving now. We're on the road, baby!
17:55 - Just saw a cow having a poo in the field next to the motorway. Dirty bugger.
18:15
What's a Caution Horse?
18:33 - Melksham. I used to live here. I used to have dinners here. Which reminds me: I'm hungry.
19:00 - Yum. Just found a bag of crisps!
19:14 - More cows. Another one pooing. What is it with pooing cows today?
19:30 - No cows in Salisbury.
19:45 - But the cows in Fordingbridge definitely poo!
19:56 - Nearly there. I guess I'd better figure out where this B&B is.
20:05 - arrived at the B&B, but it's all closed up with a sign saying they'll be back soon. Oh well. I did tell them we'd be there at 9ish, so we can go and find some dinner and come back later.
20:10 - Italian... Closed.
20:15 - No room in the Thai.
20:20 - a sign at the pub:
20:25 - Curry it is! Woohoo!
21:45 - And a very tasty curry it was too.
We are now safely ensconced inside the 'Regan' suite of the White House B&B. I feel quite sorry for the people in the 'Nixon' suite across the hall.
22:15 - I just had half a shower. I got as far as washing my hair when the electric shower started to make a very scary whirring noise. The sort that makes you get out f the shower pretty sharpish in case it explodes.
On the basis that my pits don't smell too bad, I think I'll just settle for mentioning it in the morning.
Sleepy now. Night.
Here's The Plan
This weekend, I'm heading down to the deepest south to visit friends and family. I'm expecting it to be a busy blur of social activity!
So rather than doing a traditional blog post, I thought I'd have a go at what I'm going to call 'microblogging'. Basically I will post a short sentence or two telling what I'm up to in near-real time. A bit like tweeting, only much, much better.
I will start this evening when I get home from work and you will be treated to every mundane detail of my weekend. You can look in at any point and, hopefully will see something new every time!
There may be pictures.
So rather than doing a traditional blog post, I thought I'd have a go at what I'm going to call 'microblogging'. Basically I will post a short sentence or two telling what I'm up to in near-real time. A bit like tweeting, only much, much better.
I will start this evening when I get home from work and you will be treated to every mundane detail of my weekend. You can look in at any point and, hopefully will see something new every time!
There may be pictures.
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