Busy Busy Busy

I am now back in Newbury, and pretty much for good now. All being well my next trip to Aberystwyth will be for graduation in July. As stated in my last blog, the exhaust fell off my car when I got to Aberystwyth and because of the way it died, there was no way of bodging it back on. Even the blokes in Kwik Fit were powerless to do anything about it (other than replace it) and - as I only had £10 on me at the time - I had to drive back to Newbury in the tractormobile again.

It's starting to sink in that I have left and no longer live there, but it's still not there. Every so often I find myself thinking that I'll need to get on with some work when I get back to Aber.

Moving in has been hard work. Because the flat isn't very big, we have both had to be quite brutal in getting rid of things we don't need. I've given away two computers, a monitor, a printer, a TV, VCR, and a portable TV/Radio/CD player. Then when I came to move my stuff into the kitchen I realised the we didn't need 6 big plates, 7 small plates, 6 bowls and 4 crappy little bowls that are too small to use for anything. So I ended up taking loads of kitchen stuff to the charity shops along with a load of clothes that Liz was getting rid of. I stuffed the whole lot in a box and then trudged through the rain to the shop. I'm amazed my arms didn't drop off in the process - it was a heavy box.

Yesterday Ricey appeared and we went to the pub for a beer or 6. I was somewhat chuffed that I'd still not been IDed since my Birthday. That is, I was chuffed right up until one of the bar staff at the Canal Bar marched over to our table and IDed me. Bah. Never mind. A little later on we tried to go to a late bar and they IDed Liz! Liz was carrying her shiny new Citizen's Card which is the standard photo ID now and they refused to accept it. What the fuck? They said they only accept driver's licenses and passports. Fucksakes. So we had to go home in the end where we watched Spiderman II, and where I promptly fell asleep.