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Unwelcome?
Nov. 22nd, 2006 09:13 amHm. I think my trip to my parents' is slightly doomed. Last week, I found out that my Mum had forgotten that we were coming. Or, rather, that she'd remembered, but thought we were just popping in for a few hours while breaking a journey, rather than staying for two days. Last night I found out that my Dad has been ill in bed since Sunday (high temperature and aching limbs... which he started suffering from a week after spurning the offer of a flu injection.) A neighbour's possessions are strewn over our bed, the new television has broken after only five days, and the local bell-ringers are coming round to practice tomorrow afternoon.
This afternoon I need to take the car over the the Mainland myself, and loiter outside Pellinor's workplace until he finishes. Given past precedent, I will be doing much loitering. We then have to track down an eating place en route to my parents. A quick web search suggests the nice-looking pubs I've noticed en route seem to require booking in advance, so it might have to be sandwiches in a layby on the A34 again, or else gambling that a Wednesday night in November is hardly likely to be full.
My Dad's internet access is guarded by passwords and a seven-headed dog, so it generally proves simpler not even to ask. So, in that case, goodbye all, until Sunday. Or goodbye all, from mid-afternoon today. And goodbye some of you, until Friday night, at which point it will be hello, and... On second thought, it was simpler not even to start this. I am going. Goodbye. *puts on Ring*.
This afternoon I need to take the car over the the Mainland myself, and loiter outside Pellinor's workplace until he finishes. Given past precedent, I will be doing much loitering. We then have to track down an eating place en route to my parents. A quick web search suggests the nice-looking pubs I've noticed en route seem to require booking in advance, so it might have to be sandwiches in a layby on the A34 again, or else gambling that a Wednesday night in November is hardly likely to be full.
My Dad's internet access is guarded by passwords and a seven-headed dog, so it generally proves simpler not even to ask. So, in that case, goodbye all, until Sunday. Or goodbye all, from mid-afternoon today. And goodbye some of you, until Friday night, at which point it will be hello, and... On second thought, it was simpler not even to start this. I am going. Goodbye. *puts on Ring*.
