Very little has happened, really…

I have been mostly listening to: Pendulum – Propane Nightmares

Well, i’m back from good ol’ Coventry. It was nice and relaxing, but there’s nothing much to report. Tuesday: I arrived, raided my Dad’s freezer and then we went off to the pub for a few drinks and a catch up on happenings in Wolves with me and Cov with him. Sat out in the beer garden (hooray for smoking with a pint!), and just shot the breeze.

Wednesday, my Dad and I went walking with his insane but oh-so-cute dog, Molly. She’s a 4-and-a-half month old Jack Russel Terrier with an inexhaustable supply of energy. My Dad is chuffed to bits with her, but sometimes I think he is expecting too much from her at such a young age – something that can encourage overly submissive behaviour in small dogs. Nevertheless, they share a pretty tight bond and once she gets out of her bad habits (jumping up, licking, walking right where you’re about to put your feet), she’ll be the perfect little dog. Later on, I cooked a barbeque with steak, pork and chicken – burning myself in the process.

In the evening on Wednesday, I went over to my best mate’s place. He’s 23 and still hasn’t given up weed, and seems to have lost all desire to. I abstained from his offers of a bong (I used to be quite a heavy toker, but realised that it was doing me, my work and my relationships with those close to me a lot of harm). For the first time, it amazed me how much he forgets, and in such a short period – he had to fix his sound card, and forgot the model, then kept forgetting what he was actually doing. It was a bit disturbing, did I used to be like that? In any case, I had a good time and drank a few brewskis, chatted about crap and watched some Frasier, my favourite TV show at the moment.

Having got back from Ben’s at about 4:00am, I didn’t wake up until gone midday. Didn’t really do much until 2 or 3 o’clock, when I decided to look at the vast amount of jobs available in Coventry – I found 2 to be mildly acceptable. Exchanged banter with Inn over Facebook, where she said that she would “Beat me up if I started calling her “Pox-eye”". I might just have to take her up on that. She’s taking her most recent bout of bad luck in her stride though – good for her.

Walked Molly in the evening before I left for my train. She’s far better off the lead than on it at the moment, and is a nice dog to walk with. Forgot her poop-bags though, oops. At least she did it in a place no-one is likely to step in. 

It’s been a pretty uneventful week, and apart from tasting some god-awful Nigerian cuisine from my new housemate Victor and feigning delight, nothing unpleasant has happened really. Sorry about that – this is turning into a bit of a boring blog. I’m sure something interesting will happen soon…

Problem of the day: None