annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Itchy feet
Dilemma of the day, number twenty trillion in a series of infinite tedium: should I go to Hil's wedding?
Points against:
Ach, end of that discussion, I'm going, course I am. Taking Sara, hiring a car [thought - can I really???], casting my fate to the wind yet again.
Hmm. I change my mind back and forth, but I can't imagine anything better. There are a lot of details I would like to clarify first, but time is running out and fortune favours the brave, don't you think? I'm tempted to drag everything out from under the stairs to see if I can fit the tent and two airbeds into the big suitcase and hope that Hil's aunt won't notice if we camp up the far end of one of her fields.
I got quite far with it all today, like prices of flights etc, but then I had a spliff of some new stuff and it was SO STRONG I lost my way completely. That was at four, it's now gone midnight and there's still a trace of it clouding my sensibility.
Grateful for: sunset over the town, though the best of it had gone by the time I fetched my camera; being in a position to have the above dilemma - lucky, lucky me; my bedroom, which currently pleases me greatly; good group this morning; some fantastic gossip from Marion which lifted my spirit and made me laugh and laugh and laugh
Sweet dreams xx
11:27 p.m. - 24/08/2009
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