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And so I go

The stuff for shipping is just about sorted, with the exception being the computer and monitor. That is being picked up tomorrow this afternoon and is being whisked away, never to be seen….for at least 2, maybe 3, possibly even 6 weeks. Consequently, fewer blog posts, fewer Battrick sledging board arguments, and fewer Facebook updates.

The suitcase is also packed, though trying to fit two weeks worth of Australia clothes into a suitcase designed to hold a few days worth of clothes for a fly is less than ideal. However, through the wonders of having had my Weetabix this morning, along with the flair of Poirot, I can reveal that “ze case, my friend, is clozed”.

Which basically leaves just about everything else to go into Storage. Dad and I have done a couple of trips, and we’re confident of being able to fit it all in. The stuff for the charity shop will go either today or Friday, a quick run round with a hoover and that will be that.

I’ll be at Dad’s on Friday night, to leave the car there, then we head to Heathrow early on Saturday. From then on, we’ll see what happens.

A personal note of thanks to my Dad for coming down to help do the DIY and pack stuff - I would still be here come 2008 otherwise.

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2007 11 08 Me Comments (0)

Evening Adventures

We headed out at about 7pm and walked into town, aiming for the restaurants / bars area of Basingstoke. A quick wander through and we chose to go to Spur. Only problem was they were queueing to get in, so we chose Dexter’s instead. Good meal, although the drinks were a little expensive.

After the food came the drink, so we went to Lloyd’s bar and propped up the corner of said bar for most of the night. Atmosphere was good, drinks were cold and cheaper, views of the clientèle were nice (!) and rugby and football were on the TV - result! We left about 2am and stumbled home where I couldn’t get the key in to the door. When we got in, I made tea, Dad fell asleep on the sofa, then I went upstairs to be ill in the bathroom. I don’t recall having moved the bin by the side of the bed, or indeed putting a plastic bag in it in case of future illness, but I’m obviously well-trained, even in the drunken state.

Next thing I know, it’s morning and the phone’s ringing. My head doesn’t hurt as much as it should, but my tummy is far from happy, and is still not right even now. I think I might even still be a little drunk, hence the poor writing of this post. *hic* I’m not at the “I’m never drinking again” stage, but I am thinking that I hate hangovers!

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2007 10 07 Me Comments (0)