Well, the writer’s block has lifted somewhat…I took a train journey down to Aberdeen on Sunday and managed to throw together 4 poems. All pretty dire, but it was nice to feel like I had something to write again…
It is truly moving to winter weather here. I awoke to gale force winds, and even now the house is being buffeted by a fair old breeze. The sky is a murky grey with occasional splits of silver, where the sun is trying valiantly to break through. Good luck with that, Mr Sun! Up here we have one of the highest incidences of SAD (Seasonally Affected Disorder) for the country – no wonder, over the winter the sun can become a distant memory :-).
The visit down to Aberdeen was fun as usual. I spent four years of my life in that city, so there are memories around every corner, and as I’m sure you know it’s a double edged sword. The good ones outweigh the bad though, so that’s OK! I spent a lovely couple of hours shopping, which is about as long as I can take without getting bored / antsy / annoyed by the crowds, schlepped to Starbucks for a caramel macchiato (yum), and then met Princess S for dinner and coffee. Awesomeness – she and I have been friends for over 5 years now, so she’s the kind of friend you can really cut to the chase with… I’m so lucky to have her in my life.
The train journeys to and from were interesting, to say the least. On the way down I had a good comfy seat, on the window side so I could look out over the glens and hills, book at the ready (Sense and Sensibilty…again), mp3 player good to go, bottle of fizzy pop, and two hours to kill. I was fine till one stop through, when a true oddball decided to sit opposite me…
Oddball? I should elaborate. He sang along to his mp3 player loudly and off-key (and it was all really dull MOR stuff as well, boo!). He kept on kicking me under the table because he was shuffling and fidgeting (I have a bruise now). But my two favourite parts had to be…firstly, when he took his cap off to itch through his greasy hair and a chunk of dandruff fell out. Ewwwwww! I actually flinched – I thought it was a killer louse or something. Even better was when some guy got on at Insch and must have, I don’t know, looked at El Weirdo, and El Weirdo looks at him and shouts “What? WHAT?”. People on the trains of the north-east are a little bizarre.
Train journey back was better (for once, I didn’t choose the carriage full of people drinking special brew and cursing animatedly. High FIVE!), except the lights in my carriage kept on being turned off and on by some random ‘surveyors’ – it was fine, as it meant we had the quietest carriage, but dear Lord, was worried I’d fall asleep, miss my station and end up stranded in Inverness overnight. An awful fate, to be sure.
So, today is Hallowe’en! Do you celebrate? Have you done anything yet? Did you dress up? This year, I am not doing anything…the whole driving-test-at-9.30-the-morning-after is preventing me from doing anything too zany. This time last year I was over in Chapel Hill and had an awesome time – an American Hallowe’en truly rules! Midimus, Minimus and I are going to stay in and distribute candy to any of the wee folk who come round (I hope so – I love the ickle costumes!), mock each other and not watch horror films (I’m a total wuss and cannot handle them!).
So that’s my ramble for the day…now I’d better go revise engine parts. The brakes are on the dashboard, right?
Have a fantabulous day!
PS Aw! My weather pixie has a pumpkin for Hallowe'en! Cuteness :-).