It's A Long Day Being Stalked

As I sit here, listening to 'Sultans of Swing' by Dire Straits, reflecting on what has been a long and tiresome day in the "Berp", and contemplating a busier than usual day tomorrow, I can't help but feel my life may JUST be taking a step in the right direction.

Of course, it's all because Summer does bring out the best in me. It may not feel like Summer at the moment, with the low temperatures and drizzle hanging around like a billy no-mates at school, but nothing can beat this time of year. The potential for good weather at least, plus the fact that all of your friends are back from their university ventures, planning this, that and the other, whether it be lazy days in the park or full-on waster sessions, can only end in good results. Even when sometimes all I want to do is lay in bed and sleep it away.

The last couple of days has been spent doing some quick mental arithmetic, as I struggle to work out whether or not I can afford to go on this planned golfing holiday, that looks more certain than not to go ahead. The meer fact that it's been at least 10 years since I've been abroad anywhere, with the scene of a hustle and bustle airport still a dream in my mind, is enough to get the heart racing at the prospect. And that's just the travelling! I am DESPERATE to go on this holiday, and I am determined to do what I can to get a seat on that plane. I make it sound like a competition... I suppose it is a competition... Against my own bank balance. I have less than £100 to play with now, with £20 due to be spent simply getting drunk tomorrow plus the fact I still need to buy Father Mitten something for Sunday.. It all disappears so quickly.. Financially then, I am on the ropes, with a severe cut under my left eye and legs wobbling. Money wise, I am under the cosh.

None of this is helped by the fact that my passport expired about 6 years ago. With a picture of me with the 1996 David Beckham hairstyle. Of course, this is only more money to be spent, plus an appointment in Peterborough which will take time, money and effort. I am starting to see the reasons why people think even going on holiday is more stress than it is worth!

And what about today you may or may not be asking? Well, after going to sleep at around 4am, I was awoken by my horrid wailing alarm clock at the meer average hour of 1pm, enough time for me to get ready for my 1st full shift at BP. I wasn't not looking forward to it, but I could definitely think of better places I would rather be. It turned out to be 8 hours of complete and utter averageness that took a long time to disappear, and by 10pm, I was very relieved to walk out the door and leave the night people to get on with it. Even a strange-looking violinist who came in and offered free tickets to his next show, failed to improve the mood of what is a very average job at the best of times. But like I said yesterday, at least I knew exactly what I was doing. I even treated myself to a Burger King after, which given my money situation, was quite possibly the most stupid thing I could of done, and drove home again, attempting to text Watty whilst keeping my eyes on the road and any passing rozzers. Oops.

However, it was not the free violin/fiddle tickets, or the fact it was Moo's birthday that was the most interesting thing about this shift, (if you can call it interesting!) but, just before my break, I got, quite possibly, the most strange and ... disconcerting text, I am ever likely to receive. I have deleted it since, due to the sheer freakiness of it, but it went something along the lines of this:

"Hey, it's Mark K.. I got a text from Hannah saying you want me? How about we meet in Uxbridge for a coffee?"

Say what now?? 1) Who the hell is "Mark K."? ... 2) Who the hell is "Hannah"? ... 3) Where the hell is Uxbridge? and 4) Why on God's green Earth, was this random guy, who's number I did not recognise, texting me asking me out on a date in Uxbridge when, not only did I not know who he was, but strangely enough, he didn't seem to know who I was either! What the hell just happened?! I texted back saying, "I don't know who you are, who Hannah is, and how you got my number, so would appreciate it if you leave me be", and didn't get a reply. Either this guy, severely embarrassed at getting 1 digit wrong in the number he was supposed to send it to, was rather unlucky, or it was a prank of some sort. I imagine it was the latter! Either that or it was a proper stalker... Weird...

Anyway, I won't think about it much longer, and if he does, for some reason, get in contact again, I may just take it to the coppers! Would be good to see some controversy!

As for tomorrow, I have an insanely busy day. The alarm is solidly set for 10am, (Yeah... I know, right?), in a day that involves me taking Kettle to have his arm amputated, cleaning the car to make it look more respectable to sell, going to buy a Father's Day present/card, organising an appointment to get a new passport, (hopefully!), getting time off work so this holiday can happen, (again, hopefully!) all before getting ready to go out on yet another session. Has to be done these days, even in my situation! After having doubts yesterday over whether I can actually afford it, I have figured that Ellie Goulding needs extensive training on how to be a professional waster and I do not want to miss out on what will surely be a night full of story-telling and incident. Even if I do have to go back to the "Berp" on Saturday...

Holy cow! I've just remembered I've got £115 in a savings account!! Score! Definitely going out tomorrow night now! Waking up for 10am though? No, I don't think so either...