Friday 23rd January. Bletchingley, England.
Poets Day in Bletchingley. We knocked off early, and walked down to the White Harte pub for a pint, the first beer I've had since moving into my loft eight days ago, in spite of living practically next door to a pub. Payday today, which was nice after eight long days work. No time to chit chat- I'm off into town to update the website- but here's a few pics in case you're interested to see what I've been up to.
10:00p.m and I'm back from town. It seems I'm just not destined to update this page. Since I got paid today, I caught the bus to Redhill and the train into Croydon, to an internet cafe where I know they'll let me connect with my laptop. Upon arriving at said internet cafe, I discovered that they've changed their opening hours, and now close two hours earlier than when I was last there. They were shut. So I'm back in Bletchingley, eight quid poorer for having walked around in the rain half the evening, and I'm a tiny bit pissed off. But just a tiny bit. To make matters worse, I was so hungry while I was out, that I spent another four pounds on some food-like substance from MacDonalds. Weather forecast is for possible snow in three days' time, so that'll brighten things up a bit!
Seems I overestimated the damage to my finger, as well. Yesterday, I was finally brave enough to take the plaster off and have a good look at it, and I've really just taken a bit of flesh off one side of the tip. This morning, just for good measure, I knocked a chunk out of the pinkie on my other hand. Running out of Band-Aids now!