I don’t get it. No honeslty this time I am Los for reasoning ability or able to make sense of it all. 200 miles away from home at a new location for a few days and the fucking ex texts me to say the surf is nice at newgale. O say we had good times there and nothing. Fucking heck wound up right now to say the least. Over 2 months since I last heard from her.
Anyways crewe is an interesting place. My hotel this time is time is run by what can only be classed as a family of indian super models. Never before have I walked in and go I have a reservation and been told ” ah yes u”. This can only be due to an almost empty car park meaning poor occupancy.
Sonhere i sit in a famous pub after eating some very wet gammon going what the hell. Tomorrow it’s just striaght on with a job that’s cold meaning that at least in some other roles I have a touch of training. Here they seem happy to pute into the mire to get on with it. God o ly knows what tomorrows blog will be like.
So far in crewe Ive counted 6 ambulances and witnessed one fight right outside mcdonalds. The plus side is that for the itsthe time in as long as I can remember women wear skirts that don’t show their queef.
On my mind right now is the option to move
Out of where I am now to somewhere a touch more remote. It’s nicer than where I am and a damn cite more healthier biut it’s locale in the middle of no where worries me. Privacy is one thing but being some far from people. Ok three miles isn’t that far but it’s six from my local. Trying to spare some sense and think that health is more important than being able to walk to the pub isn’t as easy as it should be.
Going a few days without speaking to people is a very odd sensation. Ok the phone is one medium but it doesn’t have that same sensation as face to face company, seeig and reacting to company and such. Have a few days to mull it over.
Ok phones dying on me now so for my two readers , snelly and A. P. Here one of many updates.