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No matter what we do 2008-09-15 | 8:59 p.m. Bizarre train journey this morning. I was on the 9.34, which was fairly packed as it's the first off-peak (and therefore considerably cheaper) train to London of the morning, mainly filled with workers who have late starts and families going on days out. I'm in quite a peaceful carriage and everyone's pretty quiet and content reading papers and whatnot, when all of a sudden SOME DUDE LIGHTS UP A SPLIFF. And then promptly gets jumped on by a plain clothes police officer, who not only takes the cannabis off him but some other drugs and a freaking knife! It was slightly concerning, although my fellow passengers and I were mainly looking on in bemusement. I think if my train journey was a film it could be described as 'containing scenes of mild peril.' It might not have been the perfect start to the week, but I had a brilliant weekend. I suppose on some level it was my second date with Gaz, as I spent Saturday and yesterday with Tori, Pete and Gaz getting up to various antics in Bushey. On Saturday we went to a country park and admired a hierarchy of goats. And other animals. Skimmed stones and walked round a lake. And then went and had dinner at a pub, and came back to Tori and Pete's to watch DVDs and have a few alcoholic beverages (and stay up til 4.30 am talking to Gaz...). Yesterday we went to a stately home and went and looked at a WW2 exhibition inside, tried on various hats, got to operate a genuine mangle and then went outside and ended up playing hide and seek in the beautiful grounds (who has played hide and seek on a second date?! I ask you) before having a scone with jam and cream and some lemonade and that, people, is why I had such a fab weekend. I completely refuse to speculate on my love life whatsoever, seeing how I'm so FANTASTIC at getting it completely wrong, but all I'll say is that I feel happy. And we're going out on Thursday to see Pineapple Express. Did I mention I'm happy? Apologies for the fluffiness of this entry. It's almost akin to the picture of the lovely white hen. But then, who doesn't like lovely white hens? |
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