Friday, September 23, 2016

Packing Light


There is a point where you have to pack light. However there is only so much you can physically cram in.


A while later I realised that I’ve forgotten something. My pills. Dam it. Too late to go back…


All so on the way to the station the sole on my boots gave up again. While I love them so much, I think it is time to say goodbye.


For now I sit and relax at the station and enjoy my book.


The Chu Chu comes and I put my case in the rack.


And sit back and relax like this pair, only not staring at my phone.


Sometime later and I’m looking at my train ticket and wondering where my Cross Country Service is.


I need to find platform 4B before 17:31,  which turns out to be a bit awkward as I don’t know my way around the Bullring and Grand central areas well enough yet to make the journey swift. However I find the sation area.


And according to the station info is still platform 4B. But where is platform 4B? Platform 4A is sign posted. But not 4B. I go down the 4A escalators.


Further down the platform of 4A is 4B. But there is still no train here. Then it comes and I find that coach F is at the front and not the rear where I’m standing I make the dash forward, noting there is no coach E.


Well the train is crowded. Very crowded, and while I have a reversed seat the seat doesn't say it is reserved on the display. As it happens some kind sole asks the person sitting there to leave anyway. And they do. So I have my seat, that is meant to be a forward facing aisle seat, but is neither. But then at least I’m sitting down. Unlike so very many.


This is Wolverhampton, and soon the person who sorted my seat out gets to sit next to me when the person next to me leaves. Interestingly he is also going to Stockport. He commutes everyday from Hazel Grove to Birmingham and is in the Gym business. It is nice to have some to talk to on the journey and it passes by ever so quickly.


And here I am at Stockport station at 7pm. I am luckily enough to have Zoe pick me up via the back entrance I’d never seen before.


And here I am. Its good to be back. Somewhere that always feels like home. Maybe worryingly so for Alan and Zoe.


I’m so happy to be back, although I sit the opposite way round so I can hear what Alan is texting me on the phone!


It just like two peas in a pod. Zoe has also cooked dinner, even though I’d had a message from Alan of not getting comfortable, were are going out to spend some time with George.


Which is exactly what we did. Once in Manchester, Alan fancied a walk, and so we walked miles to Marble Arch. So on the whole I could hear everyone. Well al but George’s sister, where the conversation across the table meant a lot was lost in both directions. Luckily I live in Canada, so that is Okay then. And where in Canada do I live, just off the M6! It matters not though, I was with the faces I love to be with so much, I had a drink and a smile on my face once more. Talking of smiles.


Here we drank until we could drink no more. And went to another pub to drink more. Even though we wanted no more. oh I’m wrong, Alan wanted just one more.


Perhaps it was the realisation of having me stay once more.


Eventually we got some food, said goodnight to George and left Manchester in a taxi. It was £24 quid. Which is what I told the man on the train it cost to get a taxi from Manchester to Stockport. But he didn’t believe me. But I was right for a change, not that I needed to know that. All I needed was the bed I remember so well.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016



You know when you get a text with something that's abbreviated. Well today I did. But what did the reply mean? Well now I know!


Luckily I’d spoken with the parents about going out for tea. This was a good move as the skies were black while on the train, and blacker and wetter once off. But I got a lift with them from the station to the pub where we relaxed for a while and enjoyed


a carvery. So nice and so full.


Back at home I put on a Love Film, one of the rare occasions of ordering it on Bluray. We all watched it together after I said it was a film up all our streets.


Brooklyn, wasn’t quiet what I thought it was, although it was a really good film, and then the story ended.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016



As I walk the streets Cannock is made more beautiful by all the flowers.


They are everywhere.


And if nothing else make my walking around the area far more pleasant.


And they are grown far better than I can do.


Once home I find that I have had some mail. Wooden mail. In fact my first ever wooden postcard. Now at the power station we went to earlier in Scotland they had some wooden postcards that turned into models. However £5 for a postcard was a but much.


And so I put it somewhere, I can see it every day. Smile

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Sunday, September 18, 2016

That's How It Ends


The garden looks inviting from the kitchen window.


I start to make breakfast. I whizz some eggs in the blender and put some bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, butter and chilli in the frying pan.


What comes out is wonderful.


And tastes dam fine. Very fine


It is a nice way to have breakfast, with someone else. It makes it worth the effort.


After breakfast we play the last of “They Have All Gone To The Rapture”.


And when it ends.


I feel relief. I feel no wiser, but hey we at last get a trophy. Oh wow there are loads of weird trophies to get. We didn’t know that. So you want to know what the story is about. Well I could say I do to, but its about an alien that comes down and tries to communicate. But while it tries to it actually kills. In the end….


I look for a new broadband and phone package as the one I have ends soon and will go up to £29.00 a month. I was going to go back to BT but then they are dearer even with a contract offer. And so the search goes on.


It looks like I may change to Sky.


And while my brother watches the flat box…


I smell the sweetness of the grass.


I have a good mow in the sunshine and water some plants.


Before heading indoors for a cup of tea and some biscuits.


oh and to watch George play Fallout 4.


Of course that lead me to play it. Now I’m stuck in a memory puzzle that's going to drive me mad.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Then We Came To The End


I get up and waiting down stairs for me is an envelope. Inside is the tickets for an adventure.


I wonder how the weekend will go, I wonder how well I will cope with not being at home.


My mom is dropped off and we then get the bus into town. For dinner we try the Copper Kettle in the centre next to the bus station.


It appears to keep my mom happy.


And myself.


We are number 50. Dinner comes and with our fuel tanks full


we go shopping. We visit many places including poundland, Iceland, the green grocer and a clothing store.


I get another pair of trousers for my ever expanding waistline and another book to add to the collection of books I have but are not getting read!


I paly fall out 4 for a while and then my brother comes round and he has finished upgrading my old Compaq 6910p laptop that had Vista professional on it to windows 10.


oh wow it is phenomenally fast, and now uses all 4GB of RAM that is installed. We can Blog once more!


For tea we head to the pied piper chip shop. And order 2 haddocks that need to be cooked. I pay and we wait. I never considered that £8:80 was too little.


While waiting for the fish to cook I noted that they were not listed on Google maps. So I added them, gave them a review and waited for the fresh succulent fried white meat to be cooked to perfection. Only when I got home did I realise what had happened when there was no chips! Back to the chip shop quick!


I knocked up a salad and we


ended up with a huge tea.


I lit a poundland candle and then we watched a film I struggled to keep my eyes open through. It was time for bed really.


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 Near The End Of The Rainbow

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