Things I learned today (and rambling)
Today, Alan is away up north consulting for his firm. I am on my tod for the second time since moving to Berkhamsted.
Rather than make dinner for one, I decided to break my hike home from the train station by stopping in at the local Wetherspoons. I was hoping for steak night, but it was curry night. I had a steak anyway.
Lesson 1: Eating alone can be -ing lonely. I've often eaten alone, I mean, a good book has served as sufficient company on many, many occasions. This was not one of them. Apparently my loneliness was so apparent that the bartender/manager felt the need to come over and point out to me just how alone I was. Not making that up. He stopped by my table and said jovially "where've they all gone? Did you piss everyone off so they made you sit here at the table under the stairs by yourself?" Oh yeah, that helped. But, OTOH, my book was good. For anyone who read Wicked and didn't think the next book would be as good because it was less directly tied to the original OZ books, you should really give Son of a Witch a go. It was a good book. Although I never thought I'd see the day that there was gay sex in Oz. Well. Except when the Heinlein characters went there in Number of the Beast. But even then, I don't think Heinlein went that far with the Oz mythology. I think he did some sort of mushy 'no one can die or be born or do anything untoward in Oz because it's Oz' sort of thing.
Then the walk home. Up the hill. Wasn't too bad with a nice two minute rest on the bench. However, on my walk, I learned lesson 2.
Lesson 2: If you are going to park illegally in Berko at night, don't do it near The Rex. On the ginormous small hill next to the Rex, there were two (count them two!) traffic officers ticketing cars. At 8pm. And I was tch-tching the SUV that had parked, not partly but COMPLETELY on the double lines. Then as I took my break on the bench at the top of the hill I learned lesson 3.
Lesson 3: Traffic officers sometimes park on the double yellow lines. And sometimes drive SUVs. Yes, it would have been damned inconvenient for her to park her vehicle legally. But presuming that double yellow is there because the curve at the top makes it dangerous for people to park there, it was irresponsible of her to park her large vehicle there for more than 15 minutes (I was in the area for about that long, I don't know how long she'd been there before I got there).
Sheffield tomorrow! I'm so excited. I'm taking the train from Milton Keynes at about 6, and should be in sheffield a little before 9. With any luck I'll be in the beer tent drinking a nice ale with friends before 9:30 has passed. Take THAT loneliness!
Rather than make dinner for one, I decided to break my hike home from the train station by stopping in at the local Wetherspoons. I was hoping for steak night, but it was curry night. I had a steak anyway.
Lesson 1: Eating alone can be -ing lonely. I've often eaten alone, I mean, a good book has served as sufficient company on many, many occasions. This was not one of them. Apparently my loneliness was so apparent that the bartender/manager felt the need to come over and point out to me just how alone I was. Not making that up. He stopped by my table and said jovially "where've they all gone? Did you piss everyone off so they made you sit here at the table under the stairs by yourself?" Oh yeah, that helped. But, OTOH, my book was good. For anyone who read Wicked and didn't think the next book would be as good because it was less directly tied to the original OZ books, you should really give Son of a Witch a go. It was a good book. Although I never thought I'd see the day that there was gay sex in Oz. Well. Except when the Heinlein characters went there in Number of the Beast. But even then, I don't think Heinlein went that far with the Oz mythology. I think he did some sort of mushy 'no one can die or be born or do anything untoward in Oz because it's Oz' sort of thing.
Then the walk home. Up the hill. Wasn't too bad with a nice two minute rest on the bench. However, on my walk, I learned lesson 2.
Lesson 2: If you are going to park illegally in Berko at night, don't do it near The Rex. On the ginormous small hill next to the Rex, there were two (count them two!) traffic officers ticketing cars. At 8pm. And I was tch-tching the SUV that had parked, not partly but COMPLETELY on the double lines. Then as I took my break on the bench at the top of the hill I learned lesson 3.
Lesson 3: Traffic officers sometimes park on the double yellow lines. And sometimes drive SUVs. Yes, it would have been damned inconvenient for her to park her vehicle legally. But presuming that double yellow is there because the curve at the top makes it dangerous for people to park there, it was irresponsible of her to park her large vehicle there for more than 15 minutes (I was in the area for about that long, I don't know how long she'd been there before I got there).
Sheffield tomorrow! I'm so excited. I'm taking the train from Milton Keynes at about 6, and should be in sheffield a little before 9. With any luck I'll be in the beer tent drinking a nice ale with friends before 9:30 has passed. Take THAT loneliness!