Dad finally arrived to pick me up at bout 9pm on Friday night. Despite the initial plan to picked up at 7pm, the usual Higgs Family inability to run on time was ever-present. As I hadn't eaten since brunch we made a visit to Mugies and then got on the road.

I got back at about 1am and crashed pretty much straight away. All the stuff was left in the car as by the time we got back the weather was shocking and I didn't fancy standing about in the rain, lugging the World Domination Machine through the deluge.

Yesterday I woke late; thankfully the weather was better and so I made a beeline for the car which I unloaded until you couldn't see my bed covers, then the floor, then actually getting into the room became prohibited too. Eventually when everything was inside an I went about reconstruction of the WDM. It's taken me the best part of a day and a half to string it back up to the internet. Wireless networking does my nut in. Why can't the whole process be more simple, and why does the signal go up and down, when both ends are stationary and nothing is moving in between?

Last night I headed over to Moseley to see Gwyz. Tom was already there when I arrived, and we sat outside with a few tinnies reminiscing and catching up. I think I'm right in saying it was the first time Gwyz had seen Tom since we left OSH, which is two whole years now. A bit later Gingle showed and we carried on well into the early morning sipping at the amber nectar and discussing everything from uni life to politics. At 4.30am we decided to call it a night (day) and hit the sack. The Mother had already explained to me that she wouldn't be picking me up in the morning, so I made plans to head into central Birmingham with Tom the next morning, then catch the train from there.

Naturally British Rail (or whatever they call themselves now) were running to schedule, but in this situation that was a bad thing. They seem to be able to totally cock up the trains getting here on time, but they sure as hell shut down the whole line spot on time it comes to scheduled maintenance. You never hear anyone saying,

"Oh, I was lucky today - the lines were stopped for scheduled maintenance, but the workmen were a little late and they kept the service going all morning..."

yet alone

"When I want an example of good prioritisation I always cite the work of British Rail"

To be fair this is a little cynical, as Sundays is a day of rest, and therefore you can't expect the trains to run on these days. After all, train staff are all religous, or at least religiously watching BB6 at home.

The one saving grace of the day is the brilliant weather. Once again clear skies and warm breezes make for a beautiful day. I love it when it's like this, and so had a celebratory hamburger in the garden for lunch. I am really going to have to push my culinary expertise up to a new level in the next few weeks, as although possible to survive on, sandwiches and jacket potatoes should not be the staple (only) food in your diet.

This afternoon has been spent with The Mother going through all of my stuff. The Parents insisted this occurred today for two main reasons:

1. The place looks a damn mess and if I don't do it now, it'll never get done
2. I can't actually get into bed

The place isn't looking much tidier, but a lot of my old rubbish and sentimental odds and ends are now earmarked for the loft. There is a distinct waft of progress drifting through these walls today.

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