today

So this is what happened today. The edited version. We woke up full of joy and sunshine warmed by the knowledge that we were leaving mountain goat territory today. So we packed up joyfully and headed for the hills. Or the absence of hills. We made it to the train station. And carried enormously heavy bags up yet more frigging stairs to the railway platform. Then we made it into Cardiff. More stairs. Obviously. Then we purchased our ticket to Manchester which cost—wait for it FORTY FIVE POUNDS EACH!!! But okay, this is still good after all we are escaping.

Four hours on the train. We disembark and walk optimistically towards an internet café. Except there wasn’t one. Not for about 4 blocks. And 4 blocks with a 40 kilo bag is quite a distance. And then after a great deal of shilly shallying and farting around with the net, we found a hotel. And then we got directions to the hotel. And walked. And got some more directions. And walked. And got more, different, directions. And walked. And got more (different) directions. And swore. And walked. And then got yet more, soddingly different directions and walked another 50000 steps.

This story goes on but if I keep typing I’ll swear unbelievably. Anyway; we made it to a reasonably nice, very English looking hotel. And it might cost us a billion dollars for net access but I don’t care.

And I might go shopping. Or I might not. But one things for sure, I won’t be asking ANYONE where any bloody thing is.