The Importance of Being Idle

Training (and Walking and Busing) Day

Well, I'm back.
Actually that wasn't too bad at all, all things considered, there was a bare minimum of snarky comments which was pretty good. Best thing about the trip was... erm... ah yeah, I got a Brighteyes CD (Lifted!) for £6.97, that was a bargain, so that was good. And it was fun to see Stu again, even if it was only for the one evening (as he was out drinking last night... my little brother ladies and gentlemen). He's gonna be up here for a few days starting Sunday, so I suspect there will be more of that kind of behaviour, which'll be nice.
Bad stuff, well there was the jibe-ing obviously, having to 'sleep' on that couch (which looks super comfy, but don't let that fool you) which rendered me fairly crooked and achy this morning not to mention depriving me of valuable sleep, the cat fur EVERYWHERE (usually in my eyes or up my nose or in my mouth...), the fact that my mother has the fucking heating on even when its the summer (which I'll admit it isn't quite yet, but its warm), and most significantly the fact that I no longer have a car. Bless her she'd served me well these many years, and she was seventeen years old, so she just had to be put out of her misery. Actually it was still mechanically sound, wasn't falling to pieces or anything, but its carbon emissions were just too high, coming as it did from an era before anybody gave a toss about these things, and there was pretty much no way you could tune it so that it would be acceptable, so she's gone now.
I don't know how I feel about that yet.
I mean I actually quite enjoy public transport for some reason. I don't know why, maybe cos I don't have to clean it and fill it with fuel, don't have to know where I'm going, don't have to find a place to park or worry that its been stolen... I couldn't tell you. All I know is that I had fun coming back home today. Walked from my parents house to the station (which is about two miles) all the while cursing myself for bringing so much stuff with me when I knew there was a possibility that I'd have to make my way home like this, caught the train to Birmingham, changed there to Northampton, got a bus home. Bingo. All that distance for £15.10, which is a good deal less than the corresponding amount of petrol would've been, not to mention all the costs of taxing and maintaining a car, let alone buying the damn thing in the first place. I even had a bottle of water on the train, and studied some Japanese, which are things you can't do whilst driving. It was all good.
Its also been a lovely super sunny day here today, which emphasised what a mainly rural place Northamptonshire is. I always think of it as being Northampton, but really it isn't, its mainly trees and fields and little villages. Hell I was actually pleased to be back here, back home, for probably the first time ever. I will admit that for all its problems, and it has many, Northampton really isn't all that bad...

posted by BadMonkey @ 2:34 PM