After a LOT of breakfast in George’s parents’ flat, we walked up a very, very big hill, and then across the clifton suspension bridge. we almost lost george’s parents on the bridge because me & g-dawg got to one end and felt like an ice-cream stop was necessary. it was still a worthwhile decision.
also today: camera obscura, a chocolate-themed cafe, a very casual canteen with an excited small child who looked almost exactly like me as a small child* and a skiffle band, pizza, welsh rugby fans on the train, career-related panic, and crufts**.
*me: “I wonder whether she’s gonna grow into this? (gestures to self)” george: “oh god, maybe you should have warned her” **fox terrier: the winner of my heart.
I was supposed to go to Monmouth today, but instead I.. got about 13 hours sleep. Okay, then. Okay.
the only reason I’m still awake now is so that I can watch crufts. dogs! dogs. Kennel club names are the most ridiculous things in the world and I have no idea whatsoever why my dog is called “Woodybrook fencer III”, but I am pretty sure it could have been worse.
okay. time to continue with my perfectly normal sleep schedule.
- at about 4am, I got a message from literally the most ridiculous human being I have ever met, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. - because all of our interactions are pretty much based on a tradition we had in first year where he would emphatically state that he didn’t smoke, then ask me to go for a walk with him so he could smoke, I said “yeah, okay, sounds good” - he tried to charm a cat with pigeon noises, got stuck on a child’s slide, drank a lot of wine, and scared the shit out of a bird of prey. at one point, he decided that he was cold, and then saw a cardboard box and some sticks, said “ooh, quest items!”, and tried to turn them into a portable fire. - it got to 7am, and I really felt like I needed coffee, and he did not seem to feel like going home, so I took him to a cafe. either the barista did not realise he was drunk, and thought he was just endearing, or she realised that he was drunk, and found THAT endearing. - I have been awake for about 34 hours now. I regret nothing.
I have a terrifying feeling that I’m about to go on a 4am walk with a person who apparently “hiss[es] at daylight now”. It honestly feels like the sensible decision, given the circumstances. today: sleep is for the weak.
It’s been an odd sort of day. One that ultimately culminated in Hazel putting a massive plate of pancakes down on the coffee table, and me staring at them in shock and awe for a full minute, almost bursting into tears, and then eating four of them in quick succession.
imagining a world where my hair is long enough to tie back again. soon. soon.
George went home / I’ve pretty much been moping ever since. Except for that bit where I went to Morrisons and bought.. a lot of reduced cheese? I don’t even like cheese that much. I just buy things because they are there. No-one should have ever let me have a debit card.
tomorrow I am planning to eat all of my meals in pancake form.