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I really am hopeless sometimes
The title says it all, really, doesn't it! Everything always has to be a drama, doesn't it! After all the hassles I had getting to Aaron and Vanessa's place, you'd think I would at least organise the next leg properly, wouldn't you? But, no, I kinda left caling Phillip until a little too late, and was unable to get in touch with him before I left. Consequently, I find myself having to wait at the train station for an hour and a half. Who said there ain't no justice? I think this is a fit and just punishment for the cosmos to eke out due to my failure to learn simple lessons. It makes me think that maybe I am pathetic enough to actualy need a mobile phone.
So, I suppose you want the story, don't you? Once I actually left Heathrow, I got to Aaron's place without any more difficulty than can be expected with a large, heavy pack and a large, heavy suitcase (with a tag confirming this). At Aaron's place, I delivered the twisties and tim-tams which had been the request-from-Oz and relaxed until we went out for lunch. With lunch, I had a pint of bitter, which is kind of like a normal beer that has been poured 3 hours earlier, so that it gets warm and flat. We then went to a cheese shop and back to their place.
I snoozed through the afternoon before we watched various wedding videos. We had roast lamb for dinner and at about 9:30 I fell asleep. I've always been quite a heavy sleeper, and this was shown quite clearly by the fact that the bed was in the living room and I didn't hear a peep out of anyone. Even though the stairs creak. I got 5 hours sleep and did low-thought activities for a few more hours before getting another hour or two of sleep and waking at 7:30.
We spent the morning trying to get my ipod to talk to their computer with limited success and I consolidated mine and Bec's luggage. I had 2 suitcases, a suitpack, a hiking pack, a large backpack, Bec's bag and my laptop bag. This became 2 suitcases and a pack. I did well!
I tried calling Phillip to make arrangements, but couldn't get in touch with him. Had I organised things yesterday... Anyway, soon, it was time to leave and Aaron and I went to the station (we made it with about 5 minutes to spare). It was a comfortable, albeit expensive train ride, and a few hours and some Welsh lessons later, I was in Weston Super Mare. I called Phillip and he was an hour and a half away. Nothing to do but wait...
...and write this. I got up to the word Heathrow in the 2nd paragraph when some friends of Phillip came and picked me up. Sometimes the cosmos doesn't carry out its punishments properly.
My favourite procrastinations
The Head Heeb - Jonathan provides a balanced view on various Israeli and (former) colonial states in less developed regions of the world.
The Bladder - a sports satire site. Well worth a look.