Spent a ridiculous morning procrastinating, this time about making the journey to Cornwall. This was in spite of feeling quite positive about this visit. I'm always the same though, the clothes are always still in the dryer, there's always a couple of chores left to be done, I never have petrol, or cash, or a fully charged anything. I often get in the car and ask myself why? There's no obvious answer. One day, I'll have everything prepared and see how it feels. Also one day, I'll swim the Channel, naked, with a dolphin called Simon. Oh yes.
Sharing the front seat with Darcy was my handbag, and scrunched in the supermarket polythene bag within (no wrapping paper) were presents. I'm due to go see my old school friend S tomorrow. She has four children, two grown up sons, and two little daughters. I bought her a box of french fancies as a sort of joke prezzie given my very public fancie obsession of the last week. It was a bit more tricky choosing something for the kids. I'm haunted by the memory of being invited to a work-friend's house for her New Years Eve party. I took a bunch of flowers and a bottle of ironic pink sparkling wine. I had no inkling that it wasn't appropriate. She couldn't understand why anyone would give her flowers and mistook the cheap bottle of wine for champagne. That night, I got drunk with her on pint sized cocktails of lambrini, wkd, vodka and unidentified alcohol (white lightning may have been involved). That time, my gifts had been embarrassingly over the top. How will I do with the necklaces (butterfly and ballerina) and hair grips (pink, selection of)? My nerves focused on to the trinkets, so I'm confident about the visit itself. Strange how my mind works.
Got in to Nan's at teatime. Mum has bought her a massive new flat screen TV. It is perched oddly on top of a waist height tray table. Nan says it is too bright for her to watch. The bedding that I was to use was in the washing machine, dirty. There was plenty of tea and cake. That's Squire for you, nothing and no one changes. Least of all me.
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