This is my culture man, this is my home

Yesterday, my toilet decided to stop flushing.

Bet you weren’t expecting that start to this entry.

Phoned the landlord and he passed my number onto a plumber, who arranged to come round this morning.  He needed to go get a part and while he was away he told me not to use the toilet.  The one that wasn’t working yesterday and that he left in bits.

Yeah, no fucking chance of that mate.

So, anyway, it’s fixed.  Mercifully.

Last week, there was a Victorian fair advertised for Stockton.  So, I decided to go through as it sounded interesting.  Well, the “fair” was a big wheel, a merry go round and one of those flying chairs things.  I was whelmed.  Not worth the trip.

Came back to Boro, went to pick up a book I ordered (The Five by Hallie Rubenhold, if you’re wondering) and back home.  Then I went to see Knives Out, which is absolutely fantastic.

Sunday, I had a bit of a random happenstance.  I went to the supermarket after my swim to pick some stuff up and was stood outside finishing my cigarette and someone asked me for a light.  Turns out, it’s someone from Aberdeen!  We stood and chatted for a bit, which was fun.

Started planning for my trip back home for the holidays.  Which I’m looking forward to.

I’m going to a Frank Turner gig where I don’t have to worry about transport or accommodation!  He announced this week a solo tour, with his wife as one of the support acts, in March and one of the places he’s coming to is Boro!  That was an easty buy.

Will