Here I am, at the beginning of October, planning a mountain hike in Wales. WTF?! Have I taken leave of my senses??? I think the euphoria of emerging from the 50-mile BIGFoot extravaganza relatively unscathed allowed me to be a trifle susceptible to Pete’s daft plans – oh dear oh dear. Pray for me!
But Snowdon isn’t the limit of his insane machinations – oh no. Chatting with him this evening, he came up with the genius idea of tackling our next project early next year: Ben Nevis! The loon! I’ve heard the horror stories – it ain’t a family day out!!! Well, maybe I’ll have a headache that particular weekend. Or something.
Maybe after all my hypno studies, I’ll have myself a good old-fashioned brain haemorrhage – the end is nigh, and I still don’t feel anywhere near up to diploma standard. What a shocker – last practical assessment is the second weekend of October, then the final written exam is the first weekend of November. Ouch.
Well, there’s still the trip to Ireland for my baby sis’s 18th birthday hurrah, and I can buy her her first legal pint. Note I said “legal” – I remember her nicking my mate John’s beer when she was like 10 or so… Not going on the bike this time, for three reasons: (a) money, (b) time and (c) weather. But good old Ryanair comes up with the goods on a regular basis, with deals like a return flight for a Mars bar and a packet of crisps – enjoy it while you can, people, cos once the Green lobby gets a hold, air travel won’t be cheap any more…
Further to my last on my American chum Steffie, she’s safely ensconced in halls of residence in Paddington, getting down to the serious business of being a student and doing some major bargain hunting. For a girl who really doesn’t like bargains, that’s gotta hurt, he he! 😀
Sod all else to report – I’m gloomily observing the evenings shortening at a hellish pace, and contemplating the prospect of another dark, dank, miserable winter in London. If only I could bugger off to the sun for six months, I’d be much happier!