On Monday my dad called upon my able-bodied assistance with a sofa he had to chuck in the tip.
It was a perfectly alright sofa except for the fact that it was lacking in the fire safety tag department…so I guess there’s some kinda fire safety law saying we gotta get rid of it.
So on the original assumption we were just out to get rid of an unsafe sofa and nothing more, I didn’t think I needed my wallet, so I didn’t bring it.
Then, sometime during the journey to the tip, my dad mentioned we needed some bread but he wasn’t sure he had the money for it…by that point my absent-mindedness had kicked in and I’d completely forgotten I didn’t have my wallet on me, so I offered to get the bread, so dad said he would drop me off at the Morrisons down the road from our house on his way to pick up a couple of his drinking buddies.
So we drop the sofa off in the burnable waste portion of the tip, he then drives me to Morrisons and sez he would pick me up from there on his way back home.
So there I was out in front of Morrisons, and I feel for my wallet in my coat pocket, and of course it’s not there, and it dawns on me that I didn’t bring it.
So I walked all the way home, grabbed my wallet, and then headed up to the nearby corner shop and got a couple of loafs from there, and a couple of four-pinters of milk while I was at it…coz the local corner shop has an offer of 1 4-pint milk and 1 loaf together for £2, so I got 2 milks and 2 breads for 4 quid! Not bad, eh?
I pay with a tenner and the clerk gives me £6 change and as I grab it off him the pound coin slips off the fiver, falls on the floor, and rolls between my feet and off somewhere behind me, and both I and the clerk lose track of where it goes, so we spent about 5 minutes searching the area until he finds it under a low shelf where he keeps the newspapers.
Then I head home again and put the milk and bread in their respective places and was just about to ring me dad and tell him to not bother looking for me at Morrisons when he arrives home in his car and parks it in the driveway out front.
So I had to explain to him about not having my wallet and yadda yadda yadda.
I should have learned my lesson by now…I should always bring me wallet with me whenever I go out, regardless of whether I think I need it or not, coz chances are something will come up that will require monehz.
Tuesday was a mighty fine day indeed. Fine enough for me to venture out into the world and head on over to Higher Poynton.
My original plan was to take the bus to Poynton town and walk to Higher Poynton from there…so I hopped on the bus from home and got me a dayrider ticket.
But once I got to the bus station and had a look at where the bus to Poynton town embarked from, I found out it was run by a different operator to the one I got the dayrider from.
Bugger. Well, I wasn’t gonna pay extra for another bus…so I had a bit of a brain wave. I knew the bus operator my dayrider ticket was valid for had a service to a place called Rose Hill, where a path called Middlewood Way begins…and I knew that somewhere around the middle of Middlewood Way sits Higher Poynton.
It was quite a trek…about the distance I expected actually.
Once I got to Higher Poynton I found the Café there was shut…bummer…so after having a sit down and a rest, I continued round to Poynton town…I stopped there to have a nosey in the charity shops…found a copy of Worms: Armageddon in one of them.
Then I walked up the main road towards Hazel Grove and stopped in at Brookside Garden Center along the way. Unfortunately they weren’t running their miniature railway…a sign said they only did it on weekends and, from April onwards, Wednesdays too.
But I found an awesome looking little fox statuette going for three-pound-odd so I thought, why not?
And then I walked further along to the 192 bus terminus at the end of the road and took the 192 back to Stockport then a bus from Stockport to home.
When I showed my mum the little fox statuette she was all “What can we name it?” And I was like “I hadn’t thought to name it yet” and she was all “You got him from Brookside…how about Brookie?” And I was like “Brookie…that sounds good…no wait…I got a better one…Brooke!”
So for the rest of the week I decided to take a break from Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood multiplayer, in the hopes that returning with some fresh eyes might yield better skill, and played my newly acquired copy of Worms: Armageddon.
I remember having a copy of Worms: Armageddon before…but I lost that copy at some point. It was great to find a fresh one.
I remember Worms: Armageddon being a pretty fun game…but I’d clearly forgotten exactly how fun because I ended up finding hours of enjoyment from watching those little pink worms being blown sky-high!
I eventually got bored with it though and yesterday decided to return to AC;B and see if I do any better than I did.
Nope. About the same as I was before. Extreme Variety still remaining extremely elusive.
Last week’s weight; 16 stone 9, 106.1 kg, 233.9 lb.
This week’s weight; 16 stone 10, 106.3 kg, 234.3 lb.
Aaand back up again. Goddamnit.
Well, I think that’s all I have to tell y’all about for this week…
So, until next week…
Ciao for now,
Cordially, The Blue Fox Thom