(Just read this as if you didn’t read the last one. As I’m well aware most of you didn’t )
Well, a 400 mile journey, several hours and too many coffees later, I’m here again! I decided this time not to clock watch (that’s CLOCK) and do stints of 100 miles before I stopped. Using this method, the journey literally flew by (it actually took seven hours but it really didn’t seem that long) I readied my earpieces, my phone with music and my GPS. (Fuck it! Put be earplugs in and lost myself in my thoughts)
I’m sitting in a coffee shop (odd that? Writing again (hmm) and looking and listening to locals, I left this place months ago with incredulity straining to manifest itself in anything else but negativity. Now I’m back, not so much negativity, but wanting to slap some semblance of normality into some of them, (Im on my best behaviour, promise!) and in they walk! (Oh dear one of the witches of Eastwick has just left and the others are calling her names as soon as the bloody door closes)
Right now Bob ain’t feeling to well. He’s stalled three times in the last couple of days and feels a bit laboured when pulling away! Topping this off with a tachometer that only works when IT wants to work and you have a soup of sorrow for the Suzuki!!!! As I say, my time here is limiting itself to shall I? Sharnt I? Staying is good (but detrimental to my ability to roll along the motorway home,) going is bad (but conducive of getting Bob looked at by the relevant folk who know him well) what to do? What to do? Flipping a coin seems so trite, while tic tac toe with myself seems so futile (anything where I can say best of three, or five, or seven… ad infinitum.