1712 (1/9/2014) 

another week, another Travelodge. of course. 

today we’re in glossop. we spent a lot of time on the motorway (my ‘facts about motorway services’ collection is coming along nicely, apparently), went to Manchester, got some pie, and have now returned to the Travelodge. It has very echo-y floors. 

tune in tomorrow for more motorway updates. wooo.

1712 (1/9/2014)

another week, another Travelodge. of course.

today we’re in glossop. we spent a lot of time on the motorway (my ‘facts about motorway services’ collection is coming along nicely, apparently), went to Manchester, got some pie, and have now returned to the Travelodge. It has very echo-y floors.

tune in tomorrow for more motorway updates. wooo.

fuck frankley


(caitlin if you’re looking at this: it was unspeakably awful, I had to add SUGAR to a MOCHA to make it halfway drinkable, ugh)

1711 (31/8/2014) 

this feels like a “mom at the supermarket” aesthetic and I’m not sure why?????? 

today we did… some laundry… uh… that’s… 

yeah, that’s it. adulthood is a glittering beacon of dull nothingness. goodnight.

1711 (31/8/2014)

this feels like a “mom at the supermarket” aesthetic and I’m not sure why??????

today we did… some laundry… uh… that’s…

yeah, that’s it. adulthood is a glittering beacon of dull nothingness. goodnight.

1710 (30/8/2014) helllooooooo.we went to oxford today because: y’know. somethin’ to do. the waiter we had when we got lunch was basically like “yeah, no, oxford is… pretty crap tbh…” and then mocked tourists with us; we wandered around some pretty green bits and tried to make friends with a pretty duck; i somehow suppressed my urge to shout at the kids* across the aisle from us on the bus who were spitting half-eaten jelly beans everywhere and singing very loudly and very out of tune.……aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then we went home and I got to watch a video where the most terrible of my ex-boyfriends flinched and cowered his way through having two buckets of ice-water thrown on him, so. I’m gonna say it’s a good day.*read: “the parents of the kids”, natch

1710 (30/8/2014) 

helllooooooo.

we went to oxford today because: y’know. somethin’ to do. the waiter we had when we got lunch was basically like “yeah, no, oxford is… pretty crap tbh…” and then mocked tourists with us; we wandered around some pretty green bits and tried to make friends with a pretty duck; i somehow suppressed my urge to shout at the kids* across the aisle from us on the bus who were spitting half-eaten jelly beans everywhere and singing very loudly and very out of tune.

……aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then we went home and I got to watch a video where the most terrible of my ex-boyfriends flinched and cowered his way through having two buckets of ice-water thrown on him, so. I’m gonna say it’s a good day.

*read: “the parents of the kids”, natch

also earlier today i broke a mars bar in half and gave one piece to george and he put the entire thing in his mouth and then, when i looked at him funny, he said “things fitting perfectly into things”

1709 (29/8/2014) we’ve reached the stage in unemployment where we aren’t entirely sure what day of the week it is & we’re bored enough to go to bed at 11pm. oh, help.today’s highlights:- george made blackberry muffins (george has eaten three blackberry muffins so far)- walked into co-op loudly mocking the stuffy estate agent whose office we have to walk through to get to the letting agent (“renting? oh, no no no no neuuurrgh, you aren’t worthy of my notice at ALL”) and the guy who walks in co-op gave me A Look*- out of curiosity I measured out a “45g serving” of malt wheats for my breakfast, and then cackled and poured another 120g into the bowl because who is going to eat a quarter of a bowl of malt wheats and nothing else, come on- i am still feeling weirdly emotional about gbbo injustice, probably entirely because iain has an irish accent*the look said “wtf are you doing”, obviously

1709 (29/8/2014) 

we’ve reached the stage in unemployment where we aren’t entirely sure what day of the week it is & we’re bored enough to go to bed at 11pm. oh, help.

today’s highlights:

- george made blackberry muffins (george has eaten three blackberry muffins so far)
- walked into co-op loudly mocking the stuffy estate agent whose office we have to walk through to get to the letting agent (“renting? oh, no no no no neuuurrgh, you aren’t worthy of my notice at ALL”) and the guy who walks in co-op gave me A Look*
- out of curiosity I measured out a “45g serving” of malt wheats for my breakfast, and then cackled and poured another 120g into the bowl because who is going to eat a quarter of a bowl of malt wheats and nothing else, come on
- i am still feeling weirdly emotional about gbbo injustice, probably entirely because iain has an irish accent

*the look said “wtf are you doing”, obviously