All that morning stuff nicely signed off. At noon I suddenly realised there was a day in front of me. But the day needed to end in Southampton. Rather than getting stuck at the back of all the people trying to get out of town for the weekend, I jumped into Bergie and stole a march on them. I’ve got to be careful about food right now but still I stopped at the butchers in Surrey and picked up some scran to add to the pile – I suspect Dan will want to use his barbeque, and I’m down with supporting that plan at the expense of a bit of self care.
So now I’m in Southsea, but I’m early. So I’m writing this, as last time I came down here I realised that my old friend is a bit phone averse. I really knew it when I had it in my hand. It was boozy last time too and I sometimes write peacemeal over the course of an evening when it’s like that, but there were no opportunities so I found myself in bed at 3am totally blotto trying to make sentences. It’s definitely one of those blogs where I’d have been better off using the infinite number of monkeys.
This feels like a boys weekend coming up, perhaps with a bit less booze. I’ve been listening to the England India test and it’s really good to have a team where it is just mildly possible that we won’t lose every single test against Australia at Christmas. That’s gonna be still playing tomorrow while the boys and I do barbeque and board games. I’m looking forward to this weekend. The boys don’t give a fuck about cricket or people checking phones so I’m gonna have to find ways to stealthily feed all of my different nerd things while trying to do okay at these board game things.
Still slow summer. I’ve got into Southsea too early so I’m writing this from Pie Caramba over a portion of chips. Summer! Barbeques and friends and attempting to eat healthily and largely failing.
AlBarclay 