chirpy Kate

It's quite amazing, either those pills are working really well, or I'm having one of my occasional chirpy spells. Either way I don't much mind because I've been feeling much better today.
Went to the pub with Pete, and was highly embarrassed when my brother turned up and I swore blind it wasn't him until he came over and said hello. In my defense I didn't have my glasses on and he was over the other side of the pub.
I don't feel as odd as I did yesterday, which is good, have slept better the last couple of nights too, and speaking of which I got to be up early tomorrow for gymming, so I'd better go get some sleep...

Pills

I went to the doctor yesterday morning. She was really nice, I don't know what I had expected, but in the end it was ok. I went in and she saw immediately that I wasn't the same person as I was the other week when I went about the gym. She wanted to sign me off owrk, but I said I would rathe be in work because if I was at home I'd only sit and mope. Time off work only seems to make it worse, at least if I have to go to work I have to get up in the morning. Anyway she asked what I was feeling and if there was any particular reason for it, and how I was sleeping, and if I'd thought about harming myself. Uncomfortable as I was about that particular question, I answered it truthfully. I find it hard enough talking to Pete about it, let alone a stranger, but there is no use hiding things from someone who is trying to help you. She didn't seem overly concerned about it, which put my mind at rest a little. She has prescibed mesome mild anti-depressants which should help me sleep as well, Dothiepin they are called. So far I have taken one last night and one tonight. I feel a little odd and they make me want to drink lots of water because of a dry mouth, but apart from that there's not a lot of difference. I suppose it will take a while for them to start working properly. I have to go back to see the Doctor in two weeks to let her know How I am getting on. Fingers crossed that they work.

up and down

I have been up and down like a yo yo today. I went for a swim first thing which put me in a good mood. Had lunch with my mum at the gym, they have a very nice cafe there which does a wicked freshly squeezed orange juice, then unfortunately I had to go to work.
It started off ok, the usual tuesday, but after a long long time on checkouts I was getting severely pissed off, and my mood was worsened by the boss being sarky at me.
Later on I got a bit emotional and miserable, probably overtired but I hate it when I get like that, the slightest thing sets me off.
Anyway by the end of the evening I was a little bit better, I came home, had something to eat and then went online. Pete soon cheered me up, he's amazing!

Exercise and AVP

Did the gym thing today, was lots of fun after I'd answered some stupid questions for my health check. The exercise made me feel good too, and I seem to be alot happier today. I'm still going to the doctor on wednesday tho, this happy feeling might not last. Going to the gym tomorrow morning too, I can feel it doing me good already!
Went to see Alien v Predator with Pete tonight. It's a good film with some cool alien/predator fight scenes, well worth going to see if you haven't already!

Go Pete!

Pete has nearly got himself a new job already, after handing in his notice on monday to the family business that has been taking advantage of him for ages. He had an interview today, and has another one tomorrow, but it's looking pretty good at the moment.
I feel a lot happier now. Wish I didn't overreact so badly to stupid stuff...

Crying in the rain.

I felt a little better today, more upbeat and cheerful than I've felt for days. Me and Pete decided we'd go to the pub tonight, cos we haven't seen eachother since monday. Work was ok, kinda average, and yet again, when I left the shop, I had to wait for ages for the bus. Was only half an hour, but it began to chip away at my good humour. Pete texted me to say that he couldn't make it tonight, because he was seeing his brother instead, and that was the final straw. I had really been looking forward to going out, and I got stupidly upset about the fact that he couldn't come. I just couldn't stop the tears springing to my eyes. I felt crap, like I was second best, and so tired and miserable all of a sudden.
When I got home I found out that one of the guinea pigs has had a baby, but I'll tell you about that later, Pete just texted me to say he'll meet me in the pub after all. Makes me feel a little better, but I'm not going to shake off the black cloud that easily. Roll on next wednesday...

Buses and their detrimental effects on the human psyche

I left work at 6pm today.
I got home at ten to 8. A journey that should only take half an hour to forty minutes, took nearly two hours.
It was raining and dark and cold, and by the time my first bus arrived (45 mins late) I was nearly crying. When I go to Morton where I needed to get another bus, I found that these buses were also running screwy (blamed upon the roadworks in Birkenhead that have been there for a fortnight) and had to wait a further 40 minutes to get home. You feel a bit silly bawling your eyes out at a bus stop full of people to I resorted to leaning against the shelter with my hood up til I felt a bit less emotional. Then I joined in a general conversation about how crap the buses are at the moment. Got home eventually, feeling a bit better, and rang Pete. We had a long chat, which cheered me up a lot. we kept being interrupted by a wierd voice/noise on the line tho, kept freakng me out, was kinda like a possessed voice/crossed line, but only seemed to appear when I was talking. Very odd.
I also rang the doctor for my blood test results, I haven't got arthritis, so god knows why my hands are aching. Probably psychological or something. I made an appointment to see a doctor about my depression and mood swings too, I have to wait til next wednesday tho because that was the only day the nice doctor was in. Ah well. Its a step in the right direction.
Going to the Gym for my health check on friday, then I'll be able to do some exercise and maybe that will make me feel a bit better in myself. Just got to keep going and not let myself get to bogged down in the misery. Damned stupid head!

Back on track

I spoke to pete tonight. We went to the pub and had a talk about stuff, and we sorted a few things out. I really hurt him with how I behaved, and he agreed with Chris, that I should go and see a doctor, because I haven't been myself and it's not just me that it's affecting. I will make an appointment tomorrow, or maybe wednesday when I get my results from my arthritis blood test. Heh, seems like I've spent more time at the doctors recently than ever.

Homecomings

Pete gets home tomorrow.
He seems quite well disposed towards me from the text's I've had, I hope so, I really do.

Oh, and I met up with Kelly in Liverpool today, a spur of the moment thing as I was in town and she rang me. We wandered round town for a bit then came home. It was OK, she had two of her mates with her, Mike, who I'm sure I know from somewhere, he has a very familiar face, and Faye, who I have met before when we first got together soo long ago. Not much else to say about it really. Nice to see her again, she's doing well for herself now.

gym

I am going to join the gym tomorrow. I have made an appointment and everything so there's no backing out now! Hopefully I will be able to get my flabby body sorted out into a more toned, sexier kate! Thats the idea anyway.

arrrghh!

I can't sleep. I've been laying in bed with my mind whirling with bits of conversations that haven't happened yet. Does anyone else do that? Plan what you're going to say in an argument that you think is going to happen or a discussion, or just a conversation, sometimes days before it actually happens? It makes no odds anyway, when it comes to the crunch I always forget what I planned to say and I stumble over my words and end up saying the wrong thing and upsetting someone.
Anyway, thats it really, been playing over things I want to say to Pete that will probably not get said properly. You can guarantee that if I do try and say them it will make things a hundred times worse. I'm paranoid about stuff too, wondering what he's doingwhile he's away, but not wanting to text him because he's still angry and upset (I guess) and I don't want to make it worse. But then if I don't text him, he might think I don't give a toss that he's not here and that I've upset him, and then he'll hate me even more. Heh, I thought maybe doing a bit of blogging would help, but it's not really. Writing all this stuff down is just making me worry more.
It's wednesday anyway, he will be back at the weekend and then one way or the other maybe we can get this sorted out.
The silent conversations haven't stopped tho.

Crap Poetry

I had a bad day today, not for any particular thing that happened, just because I was miserable, not to mention a little paranoid. Not even paranoid about stuff that is happening now or might happen in the future, but about stuff that happened in the past ans should have been finished with. It needs sorting, and will be. Anyway, because I was miserable I started writing poems in my break and when there was a quiet moment on the till. Here they are in all their amateurish, not very good glory...


Self Destruction.

Ice cold,
Absolving, burning fire;
Searing death of the soul.
Balancing on the razor's edge,
The bittersweet agony
Cleanses the mind,
Releases the heart.
Cut to the quick
A shivering, naked,
Wretched soul
Is saved from damnation;
Damnation caused by love,
And bitter loathing.
Ice cold,
Absolving, burning fire.
A new life rising
From the ashes of the old.


Kindred Spirits.

Kindred spirits;
Soulmates lost in the dark
Of self pity and blame,
Unable to speak or touch,
Unable to understand.
Broken by the silence
Of a thousand angry words,
Bound by the chains of deepest love.
Drifting apart yet always tied,
Vulnerable, afraid,
Waiting for the light to heal,
And bring them home.


Traveller in the sky.

Lonesome traveller
Canters through the stars
On a steed of flame and Ice.
She walks forever,
A long and wearying road,
A never ending trail across the galaxy,
Trailing her tresses across the sky.
Nameless beauty;
Cold, untouchable, remote;
Unforgiving mistress of the night,
Her glow illuminates.
A harbinger of doom and prophecy,
Burning away the stars as she passes
With her vainglorious light.

Severe head trauma

I have had a traumatic day. It started when I had to witness the death of a wood pigeon on the road while waiting for my bus this morning. I was standing at the stop, staring up the road, as you do, when three young wood pigeons flew across the traffic, two made it, the third was struck a glancing blow by a car as it swooped too low over the tarmac. It fell to the ground in the lane closest to the pavement (the inside lane? I dunno I don't drive). I looked at it, it was only about ten yards away, and it was fluttering pathetically, it's two bird mates landed next to it and started fluttering around it before flying off in fright. It was still alive, not twitching like it had just been killed, but actually fluttering and trying to get up like it had a broken wing. Me being a soft hearted fool, I started walking towards it to see if it could be rescued, muttering to it (like it could hear me, let alone understand) 'you're still alive aren't you, poor thing', when a second car came barrelling down the road. I swear the man driving aimed for it. A second later the bird was a squashed mess of feathers and blood. At this point I was about 5 yards from it, and actually heard it crunch and saw bits of bird squirt out from under the tyre. I was nearly sick. At least it was a quick end, the chances are if I had rescued it, it would have died anyway, and probably suffered.
I got on the bus feeling a little queasy, got to work and was accosted by the boss asking me how I was feeling (I foolishly said I was ok), and then he asked if I would work til 8 instead of 5. Having no excuse handy I (even more foolishly) said yes, so I have been on checkouts for 8 hours. I hate checkouts.
It gave me a chance to think tho, it's been a fairly quiet day, and the long moments of no customers meant I could dwell on the situation between me and pete, and how I have been behaving. Chris commented on sunday that I should maybe see a doctor and tell them how I have been acting. At the time I thought 'yes, that's a good plan, I should get myself sorted out', but thinking about it now, I realise that I have always been like this, I have always been moody and grumpy and a complete pain in the bum, I haven't changed at all, unless the doctor can prescribe a complete personality transplant I don't think they can do much for me.
Ick, I can't get the image of that bird out of my head!

another day, another night.

I'm ok. If I keep telling myself that it might be true! No seriously tho, I didn't cry at all in work today. actually thats a lie, I had a bit of a winge, but I was in the toilets and no one saw so it doesn't really count.
I wasn't really 100% well today, felt better than yesterday, but still a bit dodgy. Would have asked the boss if I could go home, but he'd already had to send Joan home. We're all really worried about her, she came in with a stiff neck yesterday, and said she thought she'd slept funny, but today she was in for a bit and then started complaining of pains in her back and arms as well. Possibly a trapped nerve, hopefully nothing more serious.

Life choices

The weekend has been eventful. Hah, I don't think eventful is really the word. Fucking dreadful might be a better description, but even that doesn't do it justice.
It started well. Friday night and saturday day were wonderful. Pete's mum was away so I went to stay with him, we just chilled, but spending some quality time with him was fantastic, we were able to be together without having to worry about going home, or anyone else. I can honestly say it was the happiest I've been for a while, I mean camping was good, but there is a certain amount of stress involved with being on holiday, even if you don't really notice it at the time.
Anyway, it was Tim's birthday on saturday, Tim is a mate of Pete's who I used to go to college with, he's a nice lad.
We met up with Tim and some of Pete's mates in the pub to watch the football, then hung about for a bit til we went over to liverpool to go to some bars. Neither of us had a lot of money and I had to work, so we said we wouldn't stay out too late.
I don't know what was wrong with me last night. When we got over to Liverpool, I was edgy and tense all night. In the first bar we went in there was a girl who was just taking the piss out of me because I had my big bag with me with my stuff that I'd taken to pete's. She was asking for a smack, and I really felt like doing it. We left before I did tho, but in the next bar we went to there was a guy that was dancing and kept bumping into me. I'm only little, I like to have space around me. I punched him in the ribs and Pete dragged me awayand got between me and the guy. After I'd hit the guy I was ashamed, ok I didn't hit him hard cos I'm a pathetic weakling, but thats just not me, usually I just let people walk on me, and mutter at them under my breath, I don't hit people, I'm not violent. I hadn't been drinking at all, I just don't know what got into me. We left soon after, and walked through liverpool trying to find a taxi. We couldn't find one, and I was getting really pissed off. I 'm sad to say Pete bore the brunt of it. The taxi rank had a queue a mile long, and I just flew off the handle at him. Added to the dreadful mood I'd been in all night, this didn't help matters, and I'm sorry to say I just walked away, muttering about getting the tunnel bus and acting like a completely selfish, nasty bitch.
If it had been me in Pete's position I'd have left me to go get the tunnel bus and made my own way home, which just shows what a complete bitch I really am. Pete followed me to the bus station, got on the bus behind me, and even when I wouldn't speak to him when we got to birkenhead, he stayed with me until we got to the taxi rank. He said he wasn't going to leave me on my own in Birkenhead with all the scallies around. Even then I wasn't grateful to him, all I could think in my head was that I didn't need him, that before I'd met him I had been coming home on my own from liverpool for ages. At the taxi rank they only had 3 taxi's on, which meant the wait was ages. Pete said he was going to walk home and I let him go without saying a word to him, then waited until nearly three for my taxi to turn up.
Pete isn't speaking to me. I can't blame him, I wouldn't be speaking to me either. I wouldn't blame him if he never wanted to see me ever again. I've texted him to say sorry, and phoned him four times. He doesn't want to speak to me at the moment and he's going to Ireland tomorrow with his brother and cousin. I can't help feeling that I've blown it for good this time. I feel dead and empty. He's the only really good thing I have got in my life, and I seem determined to make him hate me.
On top of that I seem to have caught a stomach bug too. Work was hell what with lack of sleep, worrying and being sick, but I didn't have the energy to go home. I feel a bit better now bug wise, but the mental stress and self loathing continues.

Another little poem

Frozen,
In timeless motion,
Yet life still burns.

Broken
By words unspoken,
Yet love still yearns.

Driven
By tears unbidden,
Yet hope still lives.

Fallen
In secret sorrow,
The darkness comes.

Cringeworthy embarrassment

I was going to write a story tonight on here, but it's nowhere near finished, maybe tomorrow, definately sometime over the next few days, I promise!

Anyway, there is a reason why this post is called what it's called...I did something really embarrassing the day before yesterday. I got up early with the intention o going to the job centre before work, I never actually got there...Job centres are soul destroying places and I need to be in the right frame of mind to get the best benefit from them...will definately go in the next few days tho. Anyway, instead of oing to the job centre I went into town for a wander round and a window shop looking for christmas present ideas and stuff, I walked out of the house, to the bus stop, got on the bus, went into town, wandered through town for half an hour or so, went in to woolworths for some pic n mix and then went to burger king for some lunch. Went to the counter, got the food, went and sat down, and then a lady approached me, lent over the table and said... "I just thought I'd let you know that you've got a bra attached to your coat." I looked down. I looked up at her, thanked her, removed the bra (which was hooked on the net lining of my water proof jacket), prayed that the ground would open up and swallow me, then buried my face behind the book I was reading. Needless to say I was mortified, I'd been wandering around town with a piece of my underwear trailing after me for half an hour or more. Even more needless to say, I checked my coat thoroughly before I left the house this morning!

OK Self pitytime over...

...Back to normality now.
Think work affected me more than I thought. I really do hate that job, and now the boss has cut my hours, so it's hardly worth me going in anymore. Ok, so I lost about 8 hours, but 8 hours a week is a lot when you're on peanuts to start with. If he carries on I'd be better of on the dole, at least if you're on the dole for long enough they actually try training you to do some sort of job.
Hey with any luck the coop will close and I'll be made redundant, then maybe I might be able to get some relevant skills. Hah. Knowing my luck it will close and I'll end up being relocated to Birkenhead North end branch (think of the towns in Mad Max except nastier and you might just be getting close to the North end of Birkenhead. Yes it's really that bad.)
I'm going to shut up now because I'm getting bitter and twisted and full of bile. Think I should get an early night and go to the job centre tomorrow.

and the point is...?

Sometimes I wonder what I'm here for. I do a shit job, which I don't seem to be in any danger of escaping from just yet, I'm a drain on the NHS (I mean come on...24 1/2 years on free medication (so far) - I must be costing them millions not to mention hospital appointments, blood tests and the odd occasion I've ended up in hospital through low blood sugars), I'm mainly grumpy, miserable and maudlin, and the odd occasion I am happy it doesn't last long enough to be any use to anyone. I have a degree for fucks sake, but I wasn't even good enough at that to go on and do what I wanted to do. Biggest waste of time and money I've ever done. The crappy office job that I might have got had I left school with just my GCSEs is looking more and more attractive by the day. I'm 26, good for nothing, falling apart at the seams, and full of self pity that I don't deserve. Hell I've been in relationship for two years and I can't even cheer my boyfriend up when he's down. How shit am I?

Nearly back to work time

Errgh. I have to go to work tomorrow :-( And I have a cold. This week has gone past far too fast, especially the camping bits, I currently have my tent spread out on the clothes rack so that it can dry out a bit before I pack it away, it's not hugely wet, just a bit damp, but you can guarantee that if I pack it up as it is, it will be mouldy when I next get it out. I would have put it up in the garden but I don't trust the weather not to rain on it and then I'd be back at square one.
My dad has been fixing the heating today, unfortunately the boiler and central heating pump is in my room in the airing cupboard, so he woke me up at 9am today wanting to get in and sort it out, I let him in, then slept around the banging and thumping and swearing that was coming from the other side of the room. I still managed to sleep in until 12 tho. I am so lazy.
Next week I am planning to go to the doctors to get a note so that I can join the gym. Once thats done I should be able to get fit and tone up so that I can look slim and sexy for my brother's Wedding in september. The lucky bugger is going to Florida for christmas again this year, not through choice I have to say, Caroline's Mother is a little pushy, and there was a misunderstanding over tickets and stuff, but as it's all booked and sorted it looks like they have to go now. Mum and I were a little worried for a while about the fact that Caroline's mum seems to want to run their lives for them, but apparently Chris (my brother) and Caroline (his fiancee) 'had words' (read 'a blazing row') about it, and sorted it all out. I like Caroline a lot. I have to admit to being a bit wary about her at the start (I think maybe it was just older-sisterly concern for her baby brother), but when you see them together it's obvious that they are made for eachother and are so happy together, apart from the odd disagreement (but who doesn't have those?). Anyway the wedding is coming up fast, less than a year away now, and I know that year will fly past. It's going to be a fairly big do. My dad offered to pay half, thats before he found out how much it was going to cost. As my mum pointed out he has no concept of how much weddings cost these days, but after seeing a bill for the wedding cars (£600 for 2 cars for a few hours), and the photo's (£850 and that is a cheap one cos Caroline knew someone at work that did it) he is beginning to realise how much it is going to cost him. I'm not trying to imply that my dad is mean. He is not, just knows the value of his money having had to scrimp and save for years while we were younger and he was made redundant. I have to say that weddings are the most overpriced events ever! If ever I get married (which is unlikely) it's going to be very cheap, very simple and very small.

Eyes.

My mum had her cataract operation yesterday. Everything went well so she can see properly now. She said the vision in her left eye is amazingly clear already, she had expected it to be a bit fuzzy for a while, but it's not. She is off work for a fortnight, and has to put drops in her eye for four weeks, but after that it should be all clear!

Thursday: The end

The last day, and really we didn't do much except pack up our stuff and wait for my dad to arrive. It was a lazy, chilling out sort of day, and I didn't want to leave. I really enjoyed this break, and I will miss the peace and relaxation. I won't miss the damp, but I can put up with a bit of damp as long as I can have peace and quiet away from work and home for a few days. Roll on the next one!

Wednesday: Canals and pubs

The Canal Boat


We got up late again, so we didn't get into Llangollen until just after 12pm. We booked tickets for a 2pm canal boat trip, then went to visit the ducka again with a loaf of bread and some old hotdog rolls that we didn't eat on sunday.
The cruise was great, 2 hours on a canal boat, over the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct (built by Thomas Telford for those who are interested), and back along the Langollen Canal down the Dee Valley. It was really peaceful and the views were amazing, but I don't think Pete appreciated it as much as I did.
After the canal we ended up in the pub again after going to see if the Doctor Who museum was still open (it has closed down :-( ). In the pub we met Tony, Leanne and Sabre who should have gone home that morning (back to Widnes), but when they came to start the car, found that it had died on them. Not being members of the RAC or AA, they had to phone a local garage to go and pick it up, and now have to wait until friday for it to be fixed.
Tony was fuming, as, having worked at garages on and off since he was 15, and having stripped and rebuilt several engines by himself, he knew that the garage was taking the piss with what they were charging and how long they were taking over it. Plus the fact the Garage owner's attitude was dreadful.
WE spent the rest of the evening in the pub, getting drunk and talking to random welsh people. I have to say that the people in Llangollen are extremely friendly and will talk to anyone. Towards the end of the night we were invited to a 40th birthday party, unfortunately it was for friday and we couldn't go. The party was for a lady called Debbie, who was lovely, but unfortunately looked like a man in drag. Her husband was very drunk, small, skinny and bald as a coot and thought he was Rocky Balboa. They were a very odd, but really friendly couple. After moving onto another pub with some young Welsh lads for a lock in, we got back to the campsite at about 12.30 am. Pete stayed up drinking with Tony and Leanne, while I went to bed, absolutely exhausted.

Tuesday: A lazy day.

Feeding the ducks


I got up quite late and made bacon sandwiches, which Pete didn't want because he had a hangover.
We had a very lazy day, just hanging around at the campsite for most of the day, then wandering into town and looked around for a bit. We ended up by the river, feeding the ducks with the remains of yesterdays lunch which meant they had the better parts ofa cornish pasty and a steak and onion slice. I swear those ducks will eat anything!
For tea we had meatballs and smash which seemed to take forever to cook- meths is not the most efficient fuel ever - but the meal when it came was almost delicious! I think most things are when you're stuck in the middle of nowhere in a tent! We spent the rest of the evening chilling out and playing cards.

Tony and Sabre 

Monday: Dinas Bran and Sabre

Castell Dinas Bran


Pete was woken up at 7am by a dog running into the side of the tent. Half an hour later (because I can sleep through anything) I was awake too, and we lay there for a while contemplating getting up. We did eventually, mainly because sleeping mats are not very comfortable, did the usual camping wash and wake up in the shower block and wandered down to the town for breakfast. One full cooked breakfast each later and we were ready to go for a walk.
Castell Bran Dinas (to give it it's proper Welsh Name is a ruin that sits on top of a hill overlooking the Dee Valley. As Pete pointed out it would have been a kick ass place for a castle. And so we set off on a guide book walk to go and see it. It was quite a slog (for me cos I'm sooo un fit) to the top, but well worth it when we got there, the views were amazing and we sat there for ages looking at the town spread out below us, and the awe inspiring view down the Dee valley to the Cheshire plain. Pete spent some time exploring the ruins (being a medieval history geek) while I was more interested in what it was built from and on (being a geology geek) - I won't bore you with the details lol.
Going down was hard on the legs, there is a road that goes straight past the campsite down the side of the hill, but going down steep hills always makes my legs wobbly.
Tea was packet soup, then we wandered down into town again for some bacon for breakfast and a drink at the local pub. We met a few of our fellow campers in there - our next door neighbour, who ignored us completely, and the couple (Tony and Leanne) who were camped by the gate, and who had woken Pete up at 7am with their dog. Sabre (The dog) was the most well behaved Alsatian I have ever met, also the cutest, and we spent the night talking and exchanging Quavers for Kisses with Sabre.
We eventually got to bed at about 2am after sharing beer and stories with our new friends by their tent.

Sunday: Camping

The view from the campsite


The day arrived! After loads of preparation on my part (packing and un-packing and re-packing and list writing etc) and relatively little on Pete's part (packing and laughing at me for writing lists), we actually got away.
We went to Llangollen which, for those who don't know it, is a small, highly touristy town by the River Dee in North Wales. Mum and Dad had very kindly offered to give us a lift down there to save us the hassle of trying to take all our stuff on the train.
We got there around 11.30am, found a campsite and then while we waited for the campsite owner to turn up, we fed the ducks for a bit. The farmer when he turned up was a little taciturn and odd, and we decided to pay night by night in case of bad weather.
After setting up the tent, which got some amused comments about 'that'll never stand up in the wind' and 'it looks like it's just landed!' from my mum, my parents left us to it and went home.
Pete and I wandered back into Llangollen (about half a mile from the campsite), picked up some leaflets about stuff to do then went back to the tent.
We had hotdogs for tea, cooked on the little Trangia spirit stove that my brother had lent me. Then we played cards and looked at the view until it went dark, then played cards some more until it was time for bed.

I'm back!

There follows a diary of my holiday in North wales. Hope you enjoy!