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hathycolComputer is being stupidly SLOOOW. This annoys me.
So, I promised you a Real Post, and I shall. Yesterday, I rolled out of bed as I was going out with Clare for the day. I ice skated down to the train station, as the park is more or less iced up. Snowed on Christmas Day, certainly, but just slowly froze over for the next few days. This made getting up the hill entertainment itself. I got to the train station, when I heard an announcement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, all trains between Liverpool and Ormskirk are cancelled due to problems at Old Roan, namely fire... repairs should take two hours, but be prepared for a longer delay."
Lesson of the day - when a train catches fire, you can be buggared if you think someone's going to do something about it on a Bank Holiday. Panicked and phoned Clare, who agreed to come and pick me up. Off we toddled to the cinema, but failed to actually spot anything we wanted to watch, so we ended up seeing The Incredibles again. The best part of that entire film is the bouncing nekkid sheep. It's far too cute.
We then had a little time to spare, so we went to try and kidnap Iona as we were fairly nearby. Erm... I am APPALLING at directions, to be quite blunt. We got lost. I had to be home for six, as well. A few days after Christmas, every year, Mum has a tradition - leftovers and a buffet. We all must be back for this to share in the horrible madness of turkey. Being so late due to my appalling sense of directions, twisty lanes because Iona lives in the ARMPIT OF NOWHERE and also because the road was skiddy (I gave up the travellers prayer "OH GOD DON'T LET ME DIE ON THIS JOURNEY" Clare is a good driver but the bends are bad) we were spectacularly late. We ran in, stole Iona, and drove back to my house. Via Southport. How do I manage to do this every time?
The evening was nice. We watched my new 'Once More With Feeling' DVD and sat around and nattered as we were more or less forcefed turkey. Except Clare, since y'know, vegetarian. Lots of nattering ensued re: my taking over the world...
"Once you've invaded Poland, you mean."
"I'm not going to invade Poland! They're in the EU, imagine the expense!"
"Colleen, you are essentially an evil dictator."
"I already have a warband, you know."
"You could take over Andorra! It's really small!"
When I am Prime Minister, apparently I'll be invading Andorra. There we are. am Teh Evil.
The evening was pleasent and I felt sad throwing them out. Alas! Today was much more dire - when is work ever fun? I was supposed to be going to Enids, as well, but noooo. I got back from work too late and had no idea how to get there. Bah. So tonight, I will be reading J.P Kenyon's 'The Stuarts' and generally whinging whilst eating chocolate and stuff.
Now I must go. Megan is being irritating. Bah.
~Hathy_Col~
So, I promised you a Real Post, and I shall. Yesterday, I rolled out of bed as I was going out with Clare for the day. I ice skated down to the train station, as the park is more or less iced up. Snowed on Christmas Day, certainly, but just slowly froze over for the next few days. This made getting up the hill entertainment itself. I got to the train station, when I heard an announcement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, all trains between Liverpool and Ormskirk are cancelled due to problems at Old Roan, namely fire... repairs should take two hours, but be prepared for a longer delay."
Lesson of the day - when a train catches fire, you can be buggared if you think someone's going to do something about it on a Bank Holiday. Panicked and phoned Clare, who agreed to come and pick me up. Off we toddled to the cinema, but failed to actually spot anything we wanted to watch, so we ended up seeing The Incredibles again. The best part of that entire film is the bouncing nekkid sheep. It's far too cute.
We then had a little time to spare, so we went to try and kidnap Iona as we were fairly nearby. Erm... I am APPALLING at directions, to be quite blunt. We got lost. I had to be home for six, as well. A few days after Christmas, every year, Mum has a tradition - leftovers and a buffet. We all must be back for this to share in the horrible madness of turkey. Being so late due to my appalling sense of directions, twisty lanes because Iona lives in the ARMPIT OF NOWHERE and also because the road was skiddy (I gave up the travellers prayer "OH GOD DON'T LET ME DIE ON THIS JOURNEY" Clare is a good driver but the bends are bad) we were spectacularly late. We ran in, stole Iona, and drove back to my house. Via Southport. How do I manage to do this every time?
The evening was nice. We watched my new 'Once More With Feeling' DVD and sat around and nattered as we were more or less forcefed turkey. Except Clare, since y'know, vegetarian. Lots of nattering ensued re: my taking over the world...
"Once you've invaded Poland, you mean."
"I'm not going to invade Poland! They're in the EU, imagine the expense!"
"Colleen, you are essentially an evil dictator."
"I already have a warband, you know."
"You could take over Andorra! It's really small!"
When I am Prime Minister, apparently I'll be invading Andorra. There we are. am Teh Evil.
The evening was pleasent and I felt sad throwing them out. Alas! Today was much more dire - when is work ever fun? I was supposed to be going to Enids, as well, but noooo. I got back from work too late and had no idea how to get there. Bah. So tonight, I will be reading J.P Kenyon's 'The Stuarts' and generally whinging whilst eating chocolate and stuff.
Now I must go. Megan is being irritating. Bah.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-12-28 09:06 pm (UTC)I live in one of the biggest tourist destinations in Northwest England!
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Date: 2004-12-28 10:45 pm (UTC)If you ever see any bewildered family groups, with unusually long beards (yes, even the children) then kindly point them in the direction of the train station...
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Date: 2004-12-29 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-29 08:18 pm (UTC)And do you have a royal seal from Edward IV for gingerbread? A market since the 1300s? I think NOT!
Formby is lovely. Just... the ARMPIT OF NOWHERE.