I'm going off on a little holiday for a long weekend.
To see this person
We've both had a bit of a time of it lately so it was deemed urgent that we get together immediately for some fun and games.
So I'm travelling all the way to the deepest south to Torquay. I'm such an intrepid explorer, it's most like the furthest anyone from Hull has ever been.
I'm excited about seeing her and catching up and having fun and possibly partaking in a glass or two of wine. But mostly I'm excited about the train journey. Does that sound normal? I get ridiculously giddy about long train rides. I think it's all that time stretched out in front of you where you don't have to do anything. If you had 7 hours free at home you would feel obliged to be doing something or going somewherer or being productive in some way. Not so on a train ride, you are forced to be relaxed and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do.
So my i-pod is loaded up with tunes and podcasts. I have all my stitching stuff at the ready (I was going to crochet but we're currently not on speaking terms at the moment but that's a post for another time). I have the books lined up. I have my little lunch bag with fun things to eat in it. I really can't wait.
I wonder if we'll end up making a 19 year old barman strip down to his pants again...
See you all next week!