Day 11: Catching up... again...

Well today turned out better than I thought it might. Although I had originally decided to go town, I changed my mind due to the option of seeing my friend who I hadn't seen in a while. Again it took me around two or so hours make the decision to get out of bed. However I think I used the time productively, did some reading of George Orwell's The Road to Wigan Pier. Most people won't know who he is, or even what it is about, I don't suppose you care either, but I'll just say its an interesting look on the standard of living in the 1930's.

So after the chore of showering and getting dressed I stepped out of the house into craptown. I had put a jacket on because of the grey skies though it was misleading as it turned out to be absolutely roasting. Was all worth it to go meet up with my friend who I hadn't seen properly in lets say around a month or two.

He's one of these guys that can keep up a really decent conversation and always have something to say, also, when I buy 18p Value lemonade I have to get him to open it for me cause lets face it, my arm muscle is non-existential. We had a bit of a gossip (that sounds pretty gay tbh... he's not gay, but I suppose the mannerism is rather camp...) but it was refreshing to say the least.

He's the one in the green t-shirt...

After treading through craptown chatting about the most interesting shit we could think of, we exchanged goodbyes and headed off home. When I got in only my sister was there, so I chilled with her for a bit. Which was nice seeing as we hardly talk anymore. Decided to whip on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban which went down quite well with my sister, who on setting eyes upon a dementor immediately started to demonstrate her best impression of, well, lets just say a deranged weirdo...