I seem to be having trouble doing what I'm supposed to be doing just now. What I'm supposed to be doing is either lolling around snoozing on the sofa or marching manfully and dogfully over the fells.
After the great response to my plea for advice on stoves and sacks and sleeping bags, yesterday, I decided that a trip to Durham would be in order. Unfortunately my car was desperately ill in the garage and just sat there mournfully pleading with me to save myself and go on without it.
Obviously, I couln't leave it there , so I bought it a new battery. After some fiddling with spanners and a bit of ripping away at some rusty things, I got the new one in and set off, only to be faced with a horrible noise coming from the front brakes. Its booked in to the car hospital tommorrow for an emergency operation. In the meantime, I'm supposed to be. going to Arkengarthdale for a backpackers club weekend.
In the other meantime, various landlording business things have got me hanging around today for a gas fitter and an electrician, and I have to do stuff at the estate agents.
The plans are gannin aglae. I'm not supposed to have a job. I'm supposed to be larking about.
In the yet another meantime - big thanks to everybody who offerred advice - it was all good - to such an extent that I'm now feeling a bit confused by all of the options. I have to make some decisions now. I've decided to go to Keswick when the car's fixed and wander around feeling up sleeping bags and talking about stoves to young lads with spots. But first, I need to really analyse what peeps have said.
And finally - in the World of Seamus Plug (Shameless Plug was somebody's sister in the Bash Street Kids) - the March edition of the Howgills Diary is now appearing in the very fablious Doodlecat. See it here... no , there on http://www.doodlecat.com/