I slept until a ridiculous 2pm. , that's a generous and inexcusable eleven hours. Once up, a day of little activity. Nick and I went to drop a bag of change up to the RSPCA kennels. We have a thing for giving them our coppers, and we're regular enough there for one of the staff to recognise Nick and tell him about the great things that are happening. They are rebuilding all of the dog accommodation and have a new shower block. I sat in the car with Darcy. The worker said to Nick that he should bring me because I would like to see it. I would. Another day.
We took Darcy for a wonder around Lake View. As the winter comes on, it becomes unpleasant to walk there, it floods. It was dry today though and the river was low. We had a minor spat, the magic of yesterday all broken. I thought after trying and liking Dave Gorman (and seeming to like an evening out with me) that Nick would like to come to Stewart Lee. It turns out not. We made up though. We always do. I wanted not to be walking with him, but found after thirty seconds that I would rather be arm in arm. I'm still hurt, but if I had continued the argument then I still would be, plus I would feel sick and lonely. It wouldn't, I think, change the way Nick feels.
I'm glad my partner in crime, Nina is back. We've been chatting and catching up and making plans. She will go off to college in another year or so, and whatever will I do then? Take H to see Stewart Lee, I'm a-guessing.
Picture above from http://vonpipmusicalexpress.wordpress.com/2009/01/07/andrew-collins/ because I spent a lot of today listening to his good show on 6music, and because he's Billy Bragg's biographer.
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