My bank holiday weekend

Friday: I never made it home on Friday night - I went out for drinks with the people from work. They're a really fun bunch of people and I think I'm going to very much enjoy working with them. It was a fab night out and hopefully I'll remember the few names that I learned for when I start for real tomorrow morning.

I was getting tired so decided to get a train home with a colleague because he'd be taking a route similar to my own. This was around 2330 ish, and we were told at the station that the last train had already gone. Luckily there was a tram waiting so we got that. I would've been going to Wibledon (I think - I forget now) and hten a train into town to catch the night bus home. (There's a direct route from Trafalgar Sq). This would have been fine, had the tram not terminated mid-route. This was at the Depot, in the arse-end of nowhere. Tried calling TfL but there were no routes so we tried about 5 cab companies and eventually found one who'd take us home. I couldn't face the journey home so ended up kipping at his place.

Small world sydnrom: his flatmate was the guy who recruited me for the job.


Saturday: Also a fab day. I headed out to Surrey to see kelemvor, as a mutual friend (one who I'd not seen in about 5 or 6 years) would be there. I entered the living room, said hello and quickly sat down as though it was the most normal thing in the world. The look on Paul's face was priceless! We took a walk along the river and fed the ducks. We had walked quite a bit so stopped off at a cafe.

We were standing outside the garden reading the menu and noticed punctuation errors on it. We speak of this and I say something quite loudly and sarcastic along the lines of "Fucking illiterate retards". Then we enter the garden and go to the bar. Someone walks from behind us and lets herself into the bar area we realise it's the proprietor. She looks at us and asks "Is someone questioning my spelling?" :-) She took it well though - I don't think she read malice into the comments. Still, I was quite embarrassed, though it was rather amusing in retrospect.

Then we headed back and played a few games of Flux (Hmm. I must get myself a deck as it's good fun) and watched Doctor Who.

I got a lift to the station and got the train to Waterloo at around midnight. I pondered walking home (to complete number 98 from my 101 in 1001 list and got as far as Leicester Sq. but as I didn't have my map I didn't know the rest of the route - that and I would be up early in the morning, so I got a bus.

A choice phrase from Paul which the rest of us are determined to incorporate into the vernacular was "Feed the toilet", meaning "make use of", in case it's not evident.


Sunday: Sunday service bellringing as usual in the morning and then went back to mrk for lunch. Ate a huge mountain of a lovely roast. His mum certainly can cook well. In the afternoon we returned to church for a quarter peal - that's 40 minutes of continuous ringing. (1260 of Grandsire Triples, using 3 parts of the 12-part Parson's 5040 for those who care - this probably only mean something to one of you, though others might surprise me).
This was quite an achievement for me because I've not really done a lot of advanced ringing for a year or so, and not for a sustained period.

Today: Spent much of it napping and fighting off a headache, mainly due to overdoing it over the weekend.
Might bake some brownies in a mo for me to take into work and keep people sweet - pun not intended, but left in for good measure.