Bloody hell that week went fast
May. 11th, 2009 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
circelilyIt's very strange to wake up on the 11th May and think that it's closer to 2 weeks than one since you left work. And it has frittered so fast and easily *gryn*.
I've pootled around on researching how to do maximum travel, on minimum budget, while signing on every fortnight that I am actively seeking work (which I am, I am - as long as it doesn't start before September).
A summer off after 10 years non-stop employment. Fair by anyone's standards.
So far I have - cycled into the city for the first time ever, booked a tent, some tickets and a South Wales wanderer for Hay. I should now book a £1 ticket from Newport to London on the Friday to be timely for Arcadia on the Saturday. For which I have not yet even begun to sort out where I'll sleep. And I still owe The_Elyan. Eeek.
Festivalitis starts this weekend - woohoo - and my plan to nip down to London for a one-dayer on Thursday to queue and then watch a matinee of Doll's House came upstuck because I hadn't clocked that that is opening night. But this was clearly fate, because now I have unexpected delightful house guest. And I think I can pull it off next Thursday -- if anyone else is interested in doing the same, let me know.
I've also arranged - finally - for long overdue work on my house to be done , fixed, outta here. Now I'm just trying to work out how to sneak off to Prague and Venice for a week in between Jarvis popping in for a visit on 14th June, and Glastonbury. 13th June, I have semi-committed to a Nawleans garden party. People wot I've met in person - please consider this an invitation - people, cocktails, zydeco, and hopefully, hopefully, sunshine.
In other treats news, my redundancy present to me is the most expensive clock radio ever... £50! ... but now I wake up to 6music. Adam and Joe, I missed thee. It'll last me 20 years so £2.50 a year is a bargain :-)
July is another country. Well, acksherly, it is most likely to be this country, pootling and festivalling. I feel like the luckiest spoon in Runcible. Certainly the giddyest. (it seems wrong to deprive giddy of its "y". So I won't.)
I've pootled around on researching how to do maximum travel, on minimum budget, while signing on every fortnight that I am actively seeking work (which I am, I am - as long as it doesn't start before September).
A summer off after 10 years non-stop employment. Fair by anyone's standards.
So far I have - cycled into the city for the first time ever, booked a tent, some tickets and a South Wales wanderer for Hay. I should now book a £1 ticket from Newport to London on the Friday to be timely for Arcadia on the Saturday. For which I have not yet even begun to sort out where I'll sleep. And I still owe The_Elyan. Eeek.
Festivalitis starts this weekend - woohoo - and my plan to nip down to London for a one-dayer on Thursday to queue and then watch a matinee of Doll's House came upstuck because I hadn't clocked that that is opening night. But this was clearly fate, because now I have unexpected delightful house guest. And I think I can pull it off next Thursday -- if anyone else is interested in doing the same, let me know.
I've also arranged - finally - for long overdue work on my house to be done , fixed, outta here. Now I'm just trying to work out how to sneak off to Prague and Venice for a week in between Jarvis popping in for a visit on 14th June, and Glastonbury. 13th June, I have semi-committed to a Nawleans garden party. People wot I've met in person - please consider this an invitation - people, cocktails, zydeco, and hopefully, hopefully, sunshine.
In other treats news, my redundancy present to me is the most expensive clock radio ever... £50! ... but now I wake up to 6music. Adam and Joe, I missed thee. It'll last me 20 years so £2.50 a year is a bargain :-)
July is another country. Well, acksherly, it is most likely to be this country, pootling and festivalling. I feel like the luckiest spoon in Runcible. Certainly the giddyest. (it seems wrong to deprive giddy of its "y". So I won't.)
