A life more ordinary...
Trip Start Jan 16, 2012
92Trip End Jan 01, 2014
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With some shame, and not for mother's ears, I have to admit I could get used to the life of a stay at home man. Daytime TV has come on leaps and bounds since I was a student and I find passing a morning with US comedy (Everybody Loves Raymond, Frasier), followed by UK home programmes (Homes Under the Hammer, Britain's Empty Homes, Cash in the Attic - an old lady is currently selling all of the family silver to purchase a washing machine, can't help but feel a bit sad about that) a breeze. The lunchtime slot is a little ropey (can't really get on board with Loose Women) but allows me to go and stretch my legs on a daily run and the afternoon then steadily picks up with Doctors/Escape to the Country before peaking with the staple of millions of students since time immerorial - Countdown. As per the approach adopted by Hugh Grant's character in About a Boy, it's all about breaking the day into small digestable chunks and it ends up flying by..
The weekend involved a return to Nottingham for the engagement party of good friends Robin and Melissa. Despite the temptation to do otherwise, I managed to maintain my alcohol abstinence, arriving at the party with a surprisingly drinkable six pack of alcohol free Becks. I have always looked at alcohol free beer with sneering suspicion and wondered who in the world would buy such a beverage (as nearly all soft drinks taste better than beer). I now realise it's designed for people who have crammed a lifetime of fun and alcohol into a 10-ish year period and now have to avoid alcohol in total, but are so mentally weak that they do want to be challenged on why they're not drinking at social events. A proud moment. It was a refreshing and slightly confusing experience to wake up on a Sunday morning after a party with a clear head (and conscience) and I am feeling vastly better for the past month's alcohol ban. I thought things had got even better when I logged into Hotmail to find an email from the National Lottery titled "News About Your Ticket" and my heart was fluttering as I clicked to open the message. I had already mentally spent around £800,000 of the iackpot by the time I read the inevitable "News" that I had won ten pounds, although that may well be my only income for the next month or few so should not be sniffed at.
The plan for the remainder of the week is to cram in some UK based sight seeing as, all being well, I won't be seeing Blighty for a few years, so I will update as and when I stumble across anything worthwhile...