webponce rants

things less interesting than a pigeon walking in a circle.


its so strange being back at home... my folks reckon i haven't visited more than twice this year, which is probably accurate.. the house is so so different.. its not my home anymore - i didn't grow up in this beautifully decorated georgian house, i grew up in a half finished building site ;) but it looks wonderful, and paul's room is coming along wickedly..

visited granny and family this afternoon after travelling down on a train WHERE THEY DIDN'T CHECK MY TICKET. oo that makes me angry.. that was cool - haven't seen them all in ages, and then drove back home where i met sally (paul's gf) and her dad - mr nigel akers (ha. how wierd is that?)

so now i'm on a dialup in his new room (mmm.. modem sounds.. gotta love em)
last night was nice.. iceskating at somerset house (and helen came.. which was very cool), and then onto the porterhouse for drinks..
farewell kirsty - enjoy your journeys.. (i'd say more on the topic.. but heh.. i always do don't i ;)

anyway.. my little toes are cold..
i am off to bed..

(and i just found a diary from 1993 in my room so i'm going to read and giggle about my younger exploits :)