What I did at the weekend

Long weekend started on Thursday night -- lovely to have hoiho back in Cambridge again. We went to the Carlton but didn't stay long; he was shattered from 400 miles of driving and I was just shattered with no real excuse. Felt a bit guilty about running away so early, and then a bit annoyed with myself for feeling guilty -- Thursday night pub meets shouldn't feel like a commitment, but in a way they do. Maybe that's as it should be -- after all, friendships require commitment too -- but on the other hand I don't feel like I often have proper conversations with people on Thursday nights. Maybe that's not the point. Oh well, something to muse on later perhaps. <shrug>

On Friday hoiho and I went into town for a last shot at the Andy's Records closing-down sale; I picked up about £150's worth of CDs for only £40-odd, but I really shouldn't have spent that much at all. sion_a may be paying me back for some of them though if he does want the ones I got with him in mind. (sion_a's gone off on holiday with his parents now; I hope the break's doing him good. Have exchanged a few text messages but that's about all -- funny how you can feel like you hardly speak to somebody when they are there, but then still miss them when they're not there...)

Friday afternoon I finally managed to take pto452 to local moggy mechanic Ian Allen, to get her ailing fan and water-pump sorted out. ( details )

After sorting pto452 out & taking her back home, hoiho and I headed up to Wet Yorkshire (which was actually gloriously sunny all weekend) to see k425 and OldBloke. It was a lovely weekend -- just hope we weren't too much trouble! And thank you to k425 for letting me feel k425sbug -- I'd never felt an unborn baby having hiccups before. :-)

Came back the long way via Manchester (for shopping -- Affleck's Palace is sadly shut on Sundays, but Vinyl Exchange is open...) and Loughborough (to see my parents). Picked up various bits of stuff from parents' house including my dad's mandolin (which he's lending me) -- now I just have to learn to play the thing...

Didn't get back to Cambridge until late (I blame the M1), and I really didn't want to get up this morning, but pto425 and I made it into work on time in the end.

Why I like my job. No, really.

Vox piscis: or, The book-fish contayning three treatises which were found in the belly of a cod-fish in Cambridge Market, on Midsummer Eue last, anno Domini 1626.

I can't help feeling I'll miss stumbling across this sort of thing, when I eventually escape from this pla(i)ce.