Nothing (much) To Report

All done and dusted for another 12 months. I’m almost tempted to cheer.

I shall make the next few posts updates on the plans that had been made as stated in the previous post, due to the version I’ve typed in Word being too long for one article, particularly with this template, of which I intend to fiddle with. It’s also a desperate attempt to make up for the lack of anything recently.

Friday 23rd: The day didn’t get off to a great start as the geezer holding on to the old man’s wages hadn’t turned up at time he’d promised. By all accounts this ‘G’ is an almighty git; not a builder I’d want to employ, nor work for. Not that my father’s chosen course of action achieved much: sitting around, muttering to ones self has never really changed things or made people pay up.

After spending much of the day dashing around from one shop to another, my feet were about ready to drop off, or go on strike. They probably really hated me come the evening time, for I squeezed them into a pair of tippy-tappy heeled boots.

There was a cunning plan in where we were going to eat – drive around, popping in and asking if they had a spare table for 3 and then stopping there. This was potentially going to be a very interesting evening spent getting hungrier and hungrier, if it wasn’t for the fact that the friend wanted to test the new Italian in town, which turned out to a far better experience than the last Italian restaurant I stepped into, which I can’t name, not yet anyway.

Something near to authentic Italianate grub was served and enthusiastically consumed. There was nothing stronger than lemonade supped, but I’ve more than made up for that lack of alcohol that night since, sadly for my liver, brain and other slightly vital bits of me.

The truly exciting bit was the present unwrapping, which is nearly always the best bit. This time was possibly the most surprising gift I’ve ever received, and it also clarified a very puzzling and short phone conversation back in September:-

Her: “Do you believe in ghosts?”
Me: “No. It’s a load of tosh!”
Her: “But would you be willing to explore the possibility?”
Me: “Oh yeah, as a laugh at least.”

Thus I’ve been given the chance to do just that. A Ghost Hunting Experience, so it says on that Activity Superstore voucher. It’ll happen sometime before September 2006, as that’s when the voucher expires, so you have that to look forward to! Where it’ll take place is unknown to me yet, but there will be a psychic workshop, a ghost hunting kit demo, and ghost/history walk, vigils à la Most Haunted, and a post investigation discussion. There’ll also be a fair amount of hysterics – screams from others and (hopefully) nowt more than laughter from me. At least it’ll give me something to blog about.