Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm back.
What a BONKERS weekend!
Saturdays move went both swimmingly, and somewhat awry in the same breath. My friends came to collect me at the allotted, and ungodly early hour, we
collected the van, hot footed it to Rochester, and were already loading it by nine in the morning. We had to take the front door off to get the sofa
out, but that was little bother, because of the specific type of door we were dealing with, which, when open, lifts right out of the frame. My friends
lady love had to leave before us, because she had to pick the keys for the new place, up from the estate agents at a pre-arranged time. So the last
couple of hours of van packing were just the three of us, myself, my buddy "Deviant", and our chum "JJ", hurling bags of clothes and other soft
articles onto the stack of furniture we had already loaded, and carefully loading the more delicate items.
We had the place empty, and jumped into the van for the trip back to Southend. Upon reaching the outskirts of Rochester, we get a call from the lady
of the moment. She had successfully collected the keys, and entered the property. All was well, except for one, relatively small detail. That detail,
it turned out, is that upon entering the property, she had promptly misplaced said keys, and so was unable to leave the property unoccupied, because
if she did, she would be unable to re-enter it. The estate agent was not reachable by phone, and the poor lass herself was loosing her mind about it a
So... as it happened, we arrived with the van, and unloading was much faster than loading had been, because we had more than twice the manpower
available at the new place, since there were parents, and other individuals from our clan on hand to help out. It was about half past four at this
point. I had my buddy drive me to my store, selected the necessary equipment, and returned to the property, changed the lock. By the time I was done,
it was nearly five thirty. I had my buddy return home with me, so that I could drop my kit off at the store, then take me back into town for a much
needed beer and chill, round at another friends place. Now, its worth mentioning that none of us had eaten anything since 5:30AM. When I got to my
other buddies place, food was the first thing on the menu. We went round to the burger bar on the corner, and got us some hearty grub. Once grub had
been consumed, beer flowed, and all was well. I passed out on my friends couch a little before twelve midnight.
The residence at which I stayed that night, is also the residence of the guitarist of the band who are trying to recruit me, so when I awoke at about
seven thirty in the morning, he and I had a chin wag about things, and he introduced me to his spare bass guitar (he has guitars he does not even
play, the lucky bastard). We agreed that at some point this week, I will have to come over and jam with him (which we could not have done Sunday,
because people were asleep still, from all the partying and merry making and what have you).
I left there, caught a bus home, arriving at about twelve in the afternoon. A much needed shower was taken, tea consumed, as well as an even more
needed snack of french bread, with salami and melted cheese smothered all over it. At two thirty, my son came over, and by this stage, as I am sure
you can imagine, my body was starting to complain bitterly. A heavy days work, followed by crashing on my friends couch, had done nothing positive for
my spine, my shoulders were killing me and my legs ached. Hence, we did not go to the park, we did not go for a lengthy walk (as I would have done
normally in his company). Instead, we stayed in, played some videogames, and ate a big dinner, which consisted of spaghetti bolognese, with heaping
handfuls of grated cheddar atop it.
When my boys mother came to collect him, I begged her for a lift to a friends place, and was summarily dropped off at their door at about quarter to
eight in the evening. This friend is a video game freak, and had purchased the latest Final Fantasy game recently. Thusly, the evening was spent with
herself playing this video game, and myself being passed bottles of high quality home brew ale by her other half, which of course were consumed and
appreciated with equal gusto. After a while, the comfort of the couch, the touch of the ale, and the agonies of the last couple of days began to catch
up with me, and I passed out, mid conversation, some time after midnight...
I awoke in very much the same position I had crashed in, and shortly thereafter was handed a bacon sandwich, copious amounts of tea, and some laughs
about my snoring, all provided by the man of the house, the beer brewing legend that he is. Once I was somewhat alive, another pint was passed my way.
It was about ten in the morning at this stage, and a bank holiday in Britain, so my shop would be closed, meaning I did not have to be there, meaning
that I could actually get some R and R... and so I did. More Final Fantasy was played, more beers consumed, much merry was made, and the afternoon
became the evening, such that finally, with the sun well down, the moon coming up, I walked home, tired, aching, broken even, but relaxed, and upon
reaching my lair, threw myself down in my pit, to sleep the first good sleep in three days, and to come to the comfortable realisation as
consciousness fled, that despite the ache in my spine, I had absolutely no regrets about any of the weekends proceedings.