Well it’s a new year and that means a time for new things and new beginnings in my life (it doesn’t always, but this year it kinda does apparently), so I thought I’d try doing something that I’ve never managed to maintain before, a diary, although I won’t be updating on a daily basis. I like my life, but it’s not that interesting, so I’m aiming to update once a week on Mondays.
Why Monday? Well I started writing this on the 7th, which seemed like a good number to start with. It has the added advantage that I can write my blog posts at the weekend, because that’s usually when the interesting things happen in people’s lives, so things will therefore be fresh in my mind as I write about them… I hope.
So, why the 7th? Well this blog is going to be about my life in 2013 and if I’m gonna be updating on a weekly basis then I thought that a whole week should have passed before I actually started writing anything, plus I knew that this weekend was going to be awesome and special, but more about that in a minute.
2013 started for me in much the same way I suspect it did for many people, in a nightclub. However, I wasn’t partying with everyone else, I was busy.
Busy working in the cloakroom of a club called Slimelight. It’s not a glamorous job I’ll grant you, but it pays the bills (just) and someone has to do it, or no one gets to have any fun.
As I’m sure you can imagine I went home after my shift and spent most of the day in bed.
Talking to my girlfriend (the wonderful Crumpled Mummy (CM).)
I did sleep, but I think I spent more time talking to her than not and at about 7pm I was told that we were going to be having Christmas dinner MK2 for my bother’s girlfriend to enjoy as she had only arrived from Peru on December 29th meaning that she had missed Christmas with us.
The rest of the week passed in a fairly normal and boring way, meaning I don’t remember anything I think was interesting.
Friday however was interesting. Friday involved travelling! To Lancaster! Which is, to date, the furthest north I have ever travelled in the UK. Although that will be changing soon.
The journey was horrible.
I use coaches whenever I travel because they are cheaper than trains, sure they take longer, but honestly I can deal with sitting still(ish) for hours if it’ll save me money.
This time though I really wished I’d booked for a different journey, because the breaks on the coach failed before we were 10 minutes into our journey, which led to an hour and a half wait for a replacement coach. We arrived in Lancaster an hour after we were meant to, which isn’t so bad really all things considered.
Thankfully the meal that had been booked was already cancelled due to the restaurant being closed, or something like that, so after dropping my bags off at one friend’s house I hopped in a taxi and went round to the house of one of my two best friends from school and had some Chinese food with her, her husband, CM and a friend of theirs.
Visiting said school friend (SF) was a big part of the reason behind my visit to Lancaster, as was spending time with CM and The Child (TC), neither of whom I had actually met until that point. I didn’t meet TC until the next day, but that was actually kinda nice coz it meant I got to spend a bit of time with CM before TC started demanding my attention, which CM was concerned about happening.
Saturday involved spending time in a house full of people I hardly knew, which I’m not really a fan of. I like people, but if there are too many new people then I get a little freaked out, which is no fun. One of SF’s friends said that she thinks I have Asperger’s Syndrome, which given some of my own personal history sounds like it could well be true and when you include the fact that the woman who said this is married to an Aspie and has 6 children all of whom are Aspies as well it’s pretty close to an official diagnosis. I now have to decide if I’m going to attempt to get an official diagnosis or not.
Sunday was kinda fun. I got up pretty early and went off with the friend I had been staying with to the 12th century re-enactment group that she’s part of for a training session. Again lots of new people, but this time I had my camera! Which meant I had something to “hide” behind. So a little over 200 photos later it was time to head off to go and see CM and TC off on their way back home. After which I spent some more time hanging out with the re-enactor.
Monday involved travelling home, which went far better than the journey up to Lancaster did, we actually arrived home on time.