Ebb and Flow

CHAPTER 26
The Story So Far (again) - Beach Beauties - Bam! and the dirttyre is gone! - Empty carparks, empty spaces - Just so you know I hid something...

There is such a thing as taking it too far...

"I never make stupid mistakes. Only very, very clever ones." (The Doctor) and what a mistake I made today! Not that it was a mistake, more a set of circumstances, but they were fun ones! When we last parted, I was heading off to bed for less than two hours sleep. Just a qhick backtrack, that evening we had gone out to see Hairspray... well, we had gone out to see Resident Evil 4, but we missed it by 15 minutes. We then decided to hang out at Pizza Land and proceded to move back to Reading to watch Hairspray. This ended with me going back to Glenn's to Blog out in style... And so the story continues....

I was woken up by Glenn at not 6.00am, as he had decided to let me sleep in. It was early in the afternoon and he wanted to go to the beach. I moaned consent to his whim-and-a-half and slowly climbed out of bed. I must make it clear that I was in no way equipt to go to the beach. The day was the first summery day of summer, so we drove down to the beach. I wore my brothers blue top and my work pants. We left my shoes (and glenns shirt) at the steps and went into the water. It was FREEZING but oh so delicious, for I hadn't been to the beach in an age. Then we walked back to the car, got sunscreen and alcamahol and proceeded to walk on the beach again. When stopping for icecream two things happened. My feet decided to become ultra-sensitive and so the walk to the icecream shop became painful and painfully slow, and the sun went away, so Glenn was freezing. We made it back to the car, and then Glenn dropped me off at my car. The beach was good.

Now, the other interesting thing that happened was that I then headed out to GGS to say hi to mum. On the way there, just outside the mill markets, my rear-right tyre blew up. This is the "mistake" as dad had previously mentioned that the tread on that wheel was crappy, but it would do, so I left it. Now, I had a HUGE truck up my ass and had no idea what had happened. The car all of a sudden lost a heap of traction and a crazy thunking happened. I flung on my hazard lights and headed for the clear space next to the train tracks across the road from Pilkingtons. I then procceded to rummage through my boot and find the spare tyre and jack. I jacked up my car and stuck on the spare, and went to say hi to mum. I speak of this in a light tone now, but it was a really scary thing at the time. I had never changed a tyre on my own before (I had done it before, but not alone) and so it took a while to jack it up and change the tyre. The dead one was in tatters, the rubber had ripped itself to shreds! Mum bought me a new one because my spare has a hole in it or something and so isnt really safe. Thanks mum.

Going to be going to Resident Evil tommorrow, will see everyone then. Then on Wednesday I'm going to meet up with Biscuit for the play's send up... hope that goes well, then that night I'm working again... and that's life!

The odd hidden thing....
1. Bam and the tyre is gone, is a pay out of that cleaning product: Bam! and the dirt is gone!
2. empty carparks.... this is a copy of les mis "empty chairs at empty tables" and it was what Glenn and I were thinking of doing as a TAC add or something :P . Also, it is about the fact that the carpark will be empty as I have a life ie not just parking and letting the traffic go past me kind of metaphor.... meh.