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Recipe for a great day out
First acept that once your inner geek is out, there's no going back. Then take take up someone's invitation to fill in the gaps in your tube education. Get up early and bake a healthy breakfast of chocolate with choc chip muffins and Orange and chocolate muffins to take out. You never know when hunger will strike on those long tube jouneys. Wish there was a way to package them so some of them could travel in one piece to the home of a jaffa cake lover. Set off to Baker street and get ready to discover the Metropolitan Line, see stuff you would never have noticed if it had not been pointed to you, laugh a lot, talk a lot, especially about the upcoming Tube Challenge. In Amersham you can take a walk own to the old town and check out the haunted pub or have a look at what's going under the hammer at the auction house. You never know, there might even be things like these
Did I mention all the talking and the laughing? When you get off the tube at stations to wait for connecting trains you can take pictures under the amused/indulgent eye of the tube driver "even in the current climate". Here' a sample.
Resist the temptation to build a sandcastle on the heap past the red lights.
Ignore incredulous question from travelling companion who feels I have food on the brain ie "just how many times a day do you eat?". Order a pub lunch in Uxbridge (with chips of course). Enjoy the free entertainment provided by the 2 old ladies who started their second bottle of wine shortly after we sat down (we know all about Kevin and his life now, though towards the end of the second bottle it started to get a bit more sluuuurrred soI am not sure I got all of it). On the way back to the station, notice that they must have some dire musical emergencies in Uxbridge as the picture below seems to suggest
Get back into zone 1 for a spot of my favourite kind of shopping. The kind where I get to help somebody else spend their money and does not clutter my own house. Go to the pub for more junk food, you know, the sort you can eat with you fingers and comes with chips and beer and meet another blogger. After the smoky atmosphere in the pub decide some fresh air is in order and walk to Waterloo as fast as the state of tiredness will allow, still manage to find some energy to laugh, check out photo opportunities for the daytime on the way. Plan to repeat. |
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17.2.05 20:40 |
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A big thank you to
PeterJ for providing me with a logo and helping me show that I took Razorhead's advice to wrap myself in bubble wrap before I next go cycling very seriously. |
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19.2.05 19:02 |
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Blink and it's gone
Just enough flakes to spot teenagers who forgot to be blase for a little while and ran around with their mouths open trying to catch some fresh snow. Not so much that the streets are covered with grey sludge. |
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22.2.05 21:25 |
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Bad, bad Mummy
This morning there was just enough snow for a snow fight with The Boy
on the way to Christine's. Because I am bigger and I don't play fair I firedthe first shot, aimed better and reloaded faster. The Boy did not mind too much losing to a girl, but he got reinforcements once he got to his chum's house, 4 against 1 was a more even match so I retreated quickly and went too work. Sorry no pics of the fight. If I stood still long enough to take a shot I'd have been a sitting duck and I don't like to lose. Proved once again I haven't quite got the school mum thing sorted yet by getting a call from Him Indoors at work saying school had call him to say we had forgotten The Boy's swimming kit and good we bring it in before the afternoon (yes I know, Him Indoors should be contact number 1 for school while I am the second option, there are good logistical reasons for it, it's not just because I am not clued up and because I often forget to switch my mobile on or keep it charged, honestly). In my defense, there was snow outside, how could I be expected to remember to pack swimming trunks when there were battle plans to be drawn? One quick look through the window and the prospect of a half hour walk in the sleet each way made me think hard as to how much of a trauma it would be for The Boy to sit nice and dry by the pool while everybody else got wet. I was about to call the school back and say something along the lines of "tough cookie" when Alison came to the rescue and offered me her car keys. The day was saved . Only drawback, now I have driven her car, mine seems a bit, well, lacking. The joy of having brakes that will actually stop the car when one applies them is quite underated... |
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25.2.05 22:28 |
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Duh
Am I the only one to find this court decision a bit pointless |
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25.2.05 22:30 |
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I can't say HOVERCRAFT |
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26.2.05 17:49 |
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Happiness is
Waking up after 1000 to the smell of a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea. |
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26.2.05 17:52 |
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