The Weekend, planning is always unadvisable.

As always, planned things never go to plan. It’s a rule that I now have come to accept, it doesn’t apply to everyone, but certainly does to me. So Saturday morning my sister and I were due to get up reasonably early and head off to Farnham to visit our Grandad who had just got out of hospital. Sounds quite simple. Had planned to catch a train from Waterloo around 10am, which means leaving Dalston about 9am to give time to get tickets etc. Wake up roughly around 9:30am, completely forgot to set any alarm what so ever. Slight panic… oh well catch the next train. Get ready, check have everything, erm… where’s my Network Card?!? … erm sure I had it the other day (also contains the Oyster for the bus). No not in any of the usual places (various points on the floor), half an hour later and my room in near ruin, nope definately not here. Hmmm, it’s got to be at work then. Arse, so I get on the bike and cycle down to work, get to the office door, shit, forgotten the combination code to get in. Embarrased call to colleague, I’m in. Found pass quite quickly, left work, bugger I forgot to leave the bike locked in the office, unlock fort knox, relock, leave. Would you adam and eve it there are no bloody buses. Eventually one turns up and we make it to Waterloo several hours later than planned. Turn up in Farnham some time after lunch and end up having a very nice afternoon with Gran and Grandad.

The rest of the weekend (un planned) went ok. Caught the Dad-Taxi back to Southampton to catch up with some friends at local BBQ. Not a huge turn out but it was nice evening and spent most of today (Sunday) enjoying the sun. Rigged up some speakers in the garden and listened to woxy on the itouch. Feeling a bit rosey so suspect mild burning, always get caught out by the first lot of decent sun. On the train now back to London.

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