Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Blown Away


Girlfriend in a Coma is going well, I love the world we are in, the characters, and so far this book works well, for me, it may be sadly moody, but it is written in a beautiful sad manner that's enjoyable and engrossing.


What I didn’t know is that there is two parts to it. And so she has woken up. What will part two hold for me on the way home?


Well its been windy all day, and while I joked I would like a lift off someone as the trains wouldn’t be running, I was joking. but I shouldn’t have done. the train was initially shown as late. Then delayed.


then they decided they couldn’t find the crew member, most likely the driver.


then it just started being put back, and back and back. And then I thought


I could use their twitter service and ask Mark if the 5:05pm train was actually running.


There was no reply. The next due train was 5:35pm so would that come or would they merge into one?


No body would know I guess.


But a train did come and I was on my way to ThameBridge Parkway.


Tonight I was meeting my dad at the station and going somewhere, so actually getting to Cannock on time was important, this was a race against the darkness.


Oddly the train was being advertised with 5 carriages, which would be interesting considering they can only get 3 carriages at each station.


Then suddenly I’m twitted back. An interesting reply considering I’m not at Aston anymore!


I not the works that are going to shut the Trent Valley railway service down, and although not pointed out very well on Tuesday too.


The train comes and I get on, I even get a seat. I update my dad on the expected time of arrival and


the train whizzes on.


I decide to twit London Midland back, a kind of sarcastic but thankful reply, you never know I might need to use the twitter service again. Oh well I will use the service again there is no doubt about it.


I get home and its dark. The fence that isn’t mine has blown in and is half way down the garden.


I get the fence panel put it in front of my garage and put a big brick on it. This does of course give me good reason to go and see the neighbours I’m attached to but never see to see hello to since I’ve moved in. And after that I get the trailer and put it on the car, and head to Tamworth pondering will it even fit in the trailer?


As it happens it does, it fits perfectly with the legs sitting inside, I strap it down well never the less with this wind.


Back at home I’m in the garage, I put the raised bed boards in that my parents collected for me and


give the table a new home for now.


and with that, can you believe it was time for bed already!

Monday, March 30, 2015

Too Comfy


Monday, the weather is nice and I get on the train without an issue as usual. On train two the metro has been laid out and I sit at my table seat as usual and have a read.


As I sit there staring out of the window I see a WhurstMetals, and think to myself, I didn’t realise they have a second branch here so close to the one where I worked? Then I saw Presslite and thought the same thing again. And then I saw the sand down facility and thought, bollocks I’ve forgotten to get off the train. How I never recognised the station I always get off when it pulled in I don’t know. But I was sitting there the sun in the window and the warmth on my face. I was so comfy.


Luckily the next station down isn’t far, too far to walk back but not far from getting back. Duddleston station is a deserted station sitting in solitude against the angry backlash of the city in its sights. Once know as Vauxhall, but that upset Ford.


Luckily there is a train coming soon. But before that train appears an unexpected fast train flies by. No warning, no hoot, just a rush of wind and noise.


It makes you ask does the next one actually stop here? It does and before you know it I’m at work, late and as it happens everyone is waiting for me as things aren’t going to plan, so what is the new plan then?


After a hard day at work the train comes and is rammed, rammed full. It doesn’t make for happy times.


Off the train and on my own two feet the works on the subway have begun, begun and making it a work of art.


And so they have set out to take the tiles off, to find that the last builder just tilted on tile!


Actually in the underpass they have been hard at it.


Here, just for now, you can get a glimpse back in history, touch if you please, before it will soon be covered back over.


I make my way for the walk back up above ground and to my home.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Two Loaves


I get up at some point, go down stairs and find my brother watching the Grand Prix. I used to be a dedicated follower but then it left the BBC and it also got tediously boring anyway. As I look outside its looking miserable. However this may get all those seeds going perhaps?


I cook up a wonderful breakfast, Although it was meant to be more sandwhich based, most of the bread was mouldy, so what I had I toasted.


What we ended up with was slightly late breakfast of succulent thick pig skin, gently baked to perfection, smoothed in pan fried fresh tomatoes and button sliced mushrooms, encased in light white toasted bread, completed with a garnish of two crisp on the outside Lancashire sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms, with a delightfully delicate and wonderful chilli sauce. Oh yum


Les came round a bit later, he was full of the joys of knowing I wanted to fill his car and go to the tip. Every body loves a trip to the tip.


We get the carpet, that was now very damp, or just plain wet and then wet into the garage.


We got the sofa out, smashed it up and then put that in the car too.


Shortly after closing the boot and sitting in the car we both looked at each, er what is that smell. That smell was the old carpet, something I had got rid of bt now wet once more it stank of Yuk. We arrive at the tip.


And go to the area you tip at. We throw the carpet into the big bin and watch as a contractor is putting better quality underlay in than I have. Its a sad world.


On the bright side of life though, this tip has a shop! the Reuse shop where you can buy rubbish!


They have a collection of items outside.


And some more inside. Inside though isn’t pleasant due to the smell. I say to Les “your birthday is soon and this place is filling me with ideas”. Inparticular the pink rocking unicorn.


Now I asked if he minded going to Asda so I could get some fresh unmoldy bread. He said yes, and then I said, how about we go to Aldi instead.


The term I only went in for two loaves soon disappeared. It wasn’t helped by the fact they had grow bags, and I wanted grow bags, so I got a trolley. It started filling. Have mooched at everything, I so wanted a water butt. But didn’t take the opportunity.


We bumped into the lady I catch the train with, have a quick natter and then head home. We had throw in the trolley some Easter eggs, but they weren’t for next weekend.


We so said Les.


We played GTAV on the PS4 and slowly the money is adding up. Whilst we have been out my brother has done a good job.


Les checks out Facebook and reports Alan has the answer. oooo.


Well I’ve never heard of Datteln, and so look it up. I don’t know whats there, but its reachable in 8 and half hours. The mind ponders, an adventure, a reason to climb a tree maybe?


It is though time to do the heist, the final fling, the job, the get away.


And once I’d had enough of that I started gardening. It wasn’t so bed outside anymore.


so I planted all my seeds for indoors. Would they live, would they, I doubt it but I’ll try.


Following that I head to my parents for tea.


I checked to see if I could play GTAV on the PS3 there, but it looked like my dad hadn’t played since I left home and there was a considerably amount of updating to be done before the game would start.


"Nowhere Near The End Of the Rainbow"
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 Near The End Of The Rainbow

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