… I had a struggle to leave my bed. And no wonder that I didn’t feel like anything at all until I’d had a nice hot coffee. In fact, I’d been to somewhere round Stockport during the night, and on a pushbike too. I had Paul Ross with me on his bike too and we had gone there with the aim of doing some taxi-ing with our bikes (don’t ask me how). Anyway someone came over and wanted to go up onto the moors and so I told Paul to take him – I didn’t fancy the mountains. But Paul was being difficult. He said that he had to be home soon and this was going out of his way. I explained that it was “sort-of” on his way (which it wasn’t of course” and he’d only be 10 minutes late, but he was still unwilling. Then onto the stage came another friend of mine from Uni. He’s a friend of mine in a social network and for the last year he’s been tetchy and argumentative, and tonight in Stockport (he lives no where near there) he was being his tetchy and argumentative self.
But whatever were these two doing in my nocturnal ramblings?
So today I’ve done nothing at all of significance except to talk to Liz, Hannah and a guy from Bangor, Maine on the computer. And I may have some exciting news to report on Monday night – who knows?
And apart from that, I’ve written three enormous pages of my blog from 2011 about my journey around southern New Brunswick. If you start here and go forwards, you’ll find them and you can follow my adventures from there.
All comments welcomed.
