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So. Tired.
Jul. 21st, 2007 04:23 pmSo you know how yesterday there was flash flooding, pictures of cars ploughing through water, trains cancelled, motorways blocked, etc etc.
Poor bloblet (aka tiddliest spawn) - he set off on a train journey that should have taken three hours and instead took six and a half.
I left work at 4.30 and finally crawled into the front garden of home at midnight. Velma (my car, yes I've named it, shuttup) looked at one point like she might overheat until I discovered the trick of turning on the heaters full whack, in the end she excelled herself, behaving better than shinier and younger cars around her. We got caught in the early queues of the A34 just before Newbury, attempted to cut cross-country only to discover that cross-country was underwater, so eventually rejoined the A34 where at least there were people around you should anything happen. The queue was still there by the time we hit the turn-off to Oxford. Dude.
For the record, if you need to keep yourself awake and perky, make sure you have tea and muffins before driving, have the heaters blasting onto your feet, and continue to sing loudly, badly and animatedly along to every song the MP3 plays. Yes, you look like a twit and the odd driver may stare, but unlike the blue car to the right you will not fall asleep at the wheel and almost crash into the central barrier.
On the plus side, it did mean that unintentionally me and the mate found ourselves able to saunter along to the midnight opening of Waterstones. The queue at 1am was still an hour long, but we chatted with the mass of other geeklets and nerds, fended off the Borders/WHSmith staff attempting to coax us away to their quieter stores with promises of vouchers and owls, and eventually left triumphant with our copy of HP and the Deathly Hallows.
No, I haven't read it yet. Spoil me in any way whatsoever and they will hear your screams in Utopia.
Poor bloblet (aka tiddliest spawn) - he set off on a train journey that should have taken three hours and instead took six and a half.
I left work at 4.30 and finally crawled into the front garden of home at midnight. Velma (my car, yes I've named it, shuttup) looked at one point like she might overheat until I discovered the trick of turning on the heaters full whack, in the end she excelled herself, behaving better than shinier and younger cars around her. We got caught in the early queues of the A34 just before Newbury, attempted to cut cross-country only to discover that cross-country was underwater, so eventually rejoined the A34 where at least there were people around you should anything happen. The queue was still there by the time we hit the turn-off to Oxford. Dude.
For the record, if you need to keep yourself awake and perky, make sure you have tea and muffins before driving, have the heaters blasting onto your feet, and continue to sing loudly, badly and animatedly along to every song the MP3 plays. Yes, you look like a twit and the odd driver may stare, but unlike the blue car to the right you will not fall asleep at the wheel and almost crash into the central barrier.
On the plus side, it did mean that unintentionally me and the mate found ourselves able to saunter along to the midnight opening of Waterstones. The queue at 1am was still an hour long, but we chatted with the mass of other geeklets and nerds, fended off the Borders/WHSmith staff attempting to coax us away to their quieter stores with promises of vouchers and owls, and eventually left triumphant with our copy of HP and the Deathly Hallows.
No, I haven't read it yet. Spoil me in any way whatsoever and they will hear your screams in Utopia.
