I started writing a post, rather more upsetting, on July 12th, one day before my birthday. At this point I was feeling a little down that my birthday was being spent in Birmingham working rather than at home with my family in Leeds. This made the bus ride down more tiresome. However, due to inabilities to write in the bus station and my tiredness when I got to my house, I simply couldn't be bothered writing. After this, my week became hectic and I just didn't have the motivation to write when I was free.
My birthday involved a 6 hour shift, not long, and after the lunch rush there was only a moderate number of customers so all-in-all, not a bad day. To my knowledge I didn't tell anyone that it was my birthday, didn't want to make a fuss over it. My sister would later tell me that I should have but I just don't like making fusses over things like this.
I finished my shift at 17:00 and got the only slightly late bus back to Leeds at 19:20, ensuring that I was well caught up on two of my favourite podcasts during the wait (Welcome to Night Vale and Spirits Podcast).
The bus decided traveled its usual route from Birmingham to Manchester to Leeds, entering on the South rather than the West side because the driver clearly didn't know the route well, before continuing further north without me to Middlesbrough and Newcastle.
At the station I was greeted by my mum and sister who'd decided that even though they were both working the next day, they'd meet me at the bus station with a boxed £1 co-op raspberry cake and a cheese and mayo sandwich which was, in all fairness, one of the best gifts I've got all week simply by the fact that I hadn't ate in 8 hours and any food would have been great at that point.
The next day was, to my memory, a rest day, I could have but I didn't blog because my motivation was sapped. Too much travel always takes it out of me. Plus I felt that if the 13th couldn't be my birthday rest then the 14th would be. But mostly the 14th was organisation stress. I decided I was going to have a birthday BBQ and like everything I try to organise, I stress myself out thinking of all the ways it could possibly go wrong.
But that wasn't the case. In fact, only a few things went wrong with the BBQ, the first of which being that it rained meaning that it just became an indoor party. No worries about that though. The first major issue was that I've never cooked meat. Being a veggie, I had no idea how such a thing would work and by the second batch of burgers, I'd already seen brief flames igniting. This swiftly ended my cooking skills so I fell back on the only thing I know that can still save a young adult get together... copious amounts of alcohol. Needless to say, my mother has yet to stop mocking me about my drunken nattering.
I woke the next morning having been put to bed by either my mum, sister, or girlfriend (although probably just the former and the latter as my sister was doing shots with us later in the evening) having no memory of the parties end but an inbox of messages thanking me for inviting people. So... success?
Anyway, from this led on to the next important event, my grandad's birthday meal, at which I was able to force off the latter section of my hangover by beginning to drink a second time (for the record, I don't have a problem but birthdays are birthdays and my family is from Glasgow). This time I obviously didn't go hard, just a couple casual drinks with my meal and a couple more when we got back to my grandad's to talk, watch golf, and view the pictures from my aunties wedding. Being that I wasn't able to go to the wedding because of an annoying Particle Physics and Cosmology exam, this was the first time I'd properly sat down with people and found out how it all went (swimmingly by the way).
Finally, I got to today. My girlfriend left to see her family in the morning and mine came round in the afternoon. One of my older sisters came round with her two children and I experienced the wonder of beating a five year old at swing ball as well as watching my three year old nephew walk headfirst into a wall (I wouldn't say I'm a bad uncle but I could have stopped him from doing that by grabbing him, I just didn't think he was silly enough to do it).
My favourite part involved my sister and I running around with an inflatable ball, throwing it between ourselves whilst the kids ran after us. Both my nephew and niece are young enough that I can pick them up with one arm each, so I would often have the ball in one hand and a kid in the other, running around. Or dangling them by their feet. Like I said, I'm not a bad uncle.
Anyway, that was my glorious week. I should be back to posting more frequently now that birthdays are over for a little while. Next big event is my new glasses, I'll let you know how that goes.
All the best
~John
My birthday involved a 6 hour shift, not long, and after the lunch rush there was only a moderate number of customers so all-in-all, not a bad day. To my knowledge I didn't tell anyone that it was my birthday, didn't want to make a fuss over it. My sister would later tell me that I should have but I just don't like making fusses over things like this.
I finished my shift at 17:00 and got the only slightly late bus back to Leeds at 19:20, ensuring that I was well caught up on two of my favourite podcasts during the wait (Welcome to Night Vale and Spirits Podcast).
The bus decided traveled its usual route from Birmingham to Manchester to Leeds, entering on the South rather than the West side because the driver clearly didn't know the route well, before continuing further north without me to Middlesbrough and Newcastle.
At the station I was greeted by my mum and sister who'd decided that even though they were both working the next day, they'd meet me at the bus station with a boxed £1 co-op raspberry cake and a cheese and mayo sandwich which was, in all fairness, one of the best gifts I've got all week simply by the fact that I hadn't ate in 8 hours and any food would have been great at that point.
The next day was, to my memory, a rest day, I could have but I didn't blog because my motivation was sapped. Too much travel always takes it out of me. Plus I felt that if the 13th couldn't be my birthday rest then the 14th would be. But mostly the 14th was organisation stress. I decided I was going to have a birthday BBQ and like everything I try to organise, I stress myself out thinking of all the ways it could possibly go wrong.
But that wasn't the case. In fact, only a few things went wrong with the BBQ, the first of which being that it rained meaning that it just became an indoor party. No worries about that though. The first major issue was that I've never cooked meat. Being a veggie, I had no idea how such a thing would work and by the second batch of burgers, I'd already seen brief flames igniting. This swiftly ended my cooking skills so I fell back on the only thing I know that can still save a young adult get together... copious amounts of alcohol. Needless to say, my mother has yet to stop mocking me about my drunken nattering.
I woke the next morning having been put to bed by either my mum, sister, or girlfriend (although probably just the former and the latter as my sister was doing shots with us later in the evening) having no memory of the parties end but an inbox of messages thanking me for inviting people. So... success?
Anyway, from this led on to the next important event, my grandad's birthday meal, at which I was able to force off the latter section of my hangover by beginning to drink a second time (for the record, I don't have a problem but birthdays are birthdays and my family is from Glasgow). This time I obviously didn't go hard, just a couple casual drinks with my meal and a couple more when we got back to my grandad's to talk, watch golf, and view the pictures from my aunties wedding. Being that I wasn't able to go to the wedding because of an annoying Particle Physics and Cosmology exam, this was the first time I'd properly sat down with people and found out how it all went (swimmingly by the way).
Finally, I got to today. My girlfriend left to see her family in the morning and mine came round in the afternoon. One of my older sisters came round with her two children and I experienced the wonder of beating a five year old at swing ball as well as watching my three year old nephew walk headfirst into a wall (I wouldn't say I'm a bad uncle but I could have stopped him from doing that by grabbing him, I just didn't think he was silly enough to do it).
My favourite part involved my sister and I running around with an inflatable ball, throwing it between ourselves whilst the kids ran after us. Both my nephew and niece are young enough that I can pick them up with one arm each, so I would often have the ball in one hand and a kid in the other, running around. Or dangling them by their feet. Like I said, I'm not a bad uncle.
Anyway, that was my glorious week. I should be back to posting more frequently now that birthdays are over for a little while. Next big event is my new glasses, I'll let you know how that goes.
All the best
~John
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