Posted by sean on June 28, 2009 at 10:15 pm in Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments

I had a lovely couple of days up t’north, seeing Claire in Walsall. There was no trip to the football this time (the players are all on holiday). Instead, we enjoyed each others company, and I received a tour of Walsall town centre.

The weekend was over far too quick though – I cannot believe its time for work again tomorrow morning. I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun.

I rounded off my excellent weekend with a trip to the Dolphin, where I met Simon and enjoyed a pint of Pedigree, while discussing the recent football and cricket activities – as well as Michael Jackson.

However, I am now very tired – thanks mainly to a combination of early mornings, travelling and hot, muggy weather – if there’s going to be a thunderstorm, get it over and done with!

All we’ve had these last few days have been random droplets of rain and flirtations of thunder. In anticipation of the mother of all electrical storms, I’m unplugging my PC and AV equipment from the mains on a nightly basis – all for nothing.

On that note, it’s time for bed.

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