This is meant to be normal sized text apparently. But it looks roughly twice the size of what I have become accustomed to being normal.
Lots has happened recently.
On Wednesday I worked in the day, and it went ok. In the evening I went down to the flat to see Rosie, Rebekah and Gavin. We went to the Imperial for drinks.
Thursday...hmm.. I wonder what happened. Oh yes, not much in the day. In the afternoon, Rosie and I went to the caravan site to meet Rosie's parents and we went to Dawlish for dinner. We had chips with fried products on the beach. After this was all done, we walked to Dawlish Warren along the sea wall. There were some pretty good waves. When we got back to Exeter I went to McDonalds with Gavin and had an apple pie and a small coke. He had a barrel of coke and a McFlurry.
Friday - well this was graduation. A day I must confess to not particularly looking forward to, but one which I readily accepted as an inevitability. I had to wait till 2.30 for the ceremony to begin. In the mean time there was much fun finding somewhere to park for more than 2 hours within walking distance of my house, finding a cloak to wear, being placed in the cloak and locating a seat amongst fellow batmen. The ceremony was as good as can be expected given what it is. A long list of names and about an hour of clapping. Fortunately some of the names were good. At least half of the names were oriental. For example: Ding-a-ling-a-ling. Tring-a-ling-a-ling. I am a kidnapper. I'm sure they weren't spelt like that, but that's how they sounded. Afterwards we had drinks in the quad at Queen's. Then photographs, which were generally abismal. Then we split up and got ready for dinner. This was at The Three Horseshoes in Cowley. It was nice, probably a lot better than the grad ball (and cheaper).
However, everyone kind of vanished. This was predictable. But suddenly Exeter was empty. Parents left, housemates left, Gavin left. Hopefully it'll perk up again when I'm back in a few weeks.
Saturday was busy. I didn't get up till 12, and made it down to the flat to see Gavin off at 1. Soon after, Rosie and I made our way to Dartmoor to meet her housemates. They left a bit late though, so we killed half an hour at Trago Mills. We met them at Buckfast Abbey which was free. Didn't see any bees, just a few wasps in the car park. Saturday evening was spent cleaning Rosie's old house and 're-setting' it for the new people.
Sunday was quite good, apart from Pete leaving. Belmont was good, a guy who has never preached preached. Made a quick getaway, because we had to pick up Faith's computer. Rosie and I went to the Imperial for dinner, and then met Mark, Rob, Norris and Luke in the Eagle. It was pretty good. Music playing. Weather was good.
Today I cleaned up the house a bit and packed my stuff up before driving home. I brought a load of Pete's and Faith's stuff too, so I've spent this evening distributing it. On the way back from Fairford I was running low on fuel, and spluttered into a layby about 1.5 miles from home. Dear ol' Dad brought a can up and we filled the car up at the garage. It's all go.
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Your Dad's in'e area then?
You ran out of petrol! That's Tom's speciality. Jill
What happens on this car is the guage doesn't go down as far as it should until you turn the ignition off. So it looks like there's about 2 or 3 litres in it. My mum's doesn't do this. Of course the solution would be to keep lots of petrol in the tank. The thing is, I prefer keeping money in the bank than as petrol in a pinchable item, and I had well exceeded my self-made allowance of money that day already. It ran out of petrol a month or so ago, but I think that might have been partly because I had parked on a hill.
I ran out of petrol in my Dad's previous but one car (blue Omega). This was very, very dumb though. Completely my fault. Absolutely asking for it. I borrowed it to go to Worcester in the morning, and there wasn't much in it, in fact the light was on when I got in. But I made it to Worcester but on the way back the light went into flashing mode, which I think is meant to be a heavy insentive to spray some more fuel in. But I came home. In the evening I went to a fireworks night in Cheltenham, and then drove round picking friends up and then went bowling, before dropping them off. I'm not sure where the optimism came from, but I thought I might make it home (after about 100 miles of the light being on, and maybe 40 of it flashing). I didn't, though. It ran out of petrol on a bend on a hill on a single track lane with a car coming towards me and one behind me. It was 1.15am. It's at times like that even cycling has its merits. Fortunately I managed to roll it down the hill and onto a grass bank out of the way to leg it home to pick up another car and a can to go and get some petrol. Then it was an amusing relay home. Drive one car 100m, then run back for the other. This country, eh.
Rosie reliably informs me it was Dan we met not Rob at the Eagle. What's in a name?
About an hour's worth of moping if Rob ever read it...
And if you are...
/lightly punches Rob's shoulder
Eh?
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