Bitterly cold morning reminiscent of mid winter not early spring. Dug out gloves and sat shivering at the bus stop.
A busy day, and a mad dash for the bus at the end of it, we made the 33 by the skin of our teeth.
I'd had a bad night's sleep Friday into Saturday and it took its toll when I got home, another early night for me. I can remember going out at the same time as I go to bed! Blimey I'm old...
Sunday.
It bucketed down as we went to the Bramble Way bus stop and onward to work. I was soaked despite having a rain coat on over my work jacket. Even when I got home that evening my socks were still squelchy from the morning. Busy but pleasant shift, a few Sunday Zombies, but not many. For saying Forest were at home traffic was OK because they were still playing when the bus went through Bridgeford.
I'd forgotten about it being Whitby, it's been a while now since we've been, but a few friends posted pics up, looks like everyone is having fun. We have some great memories of our WGW times, but I no longer miss it like I did, one I know I couldn't cope with the hills, the late nights, the drinking ( I'd be on my back now after a couple now!) and the dressing up, I'll always wear black and love all things dark and gloomy, but the thought of corsets, new rocks pvc all day and night seems a bit like torture to me now. But I love seeing pictures of all the baby bats in all their glory.
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