Was coming back from London , and had been dropped off at the train station by Steve, when i discovered that National Express Train Services had decided to go on strike for the day. Inconsiderate bastards. Quick phone call to work and Joe came out in the company car to run me to Tottenham Hale.
Luckily I had that option, there were people there waiting for the train whose entire weekend was probably screwed because of these guys. Bastards!
Anyway, I came down with a shit viral thing, so I spent most of Saturday semi asleep on the bed. I was supposed to go to Helens wedding on Saturday evening, but I felt so crap I binned it :( Luckily, by Sunday morning, I felt heaps better. I went shopping to Manchester and bought Lord of the Rings on DVD (reduced from £50 to £10) and bought Noby some cat food. Then I called at the nice little beer stall in the ARndale Market where I had 2 or 3 pints and a chat with a couple of the locals. Then it was off to the house , only to discover that Nobby still hadn't arrived home. He had been missing for 24 hours. By 11 pm I was getting quite worried, and no amount of whistling was working. I headed off to bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, sure enough, there was a miaooow at the back door and muggins had to get up and go and let the little bastard in.
Now I am wide awake and its nearly 2 am. Bugger.
Am off to London tomorro, Banbury Tuesday, London Wed & Thursday and Oldham on Friday. Ho hum lol
