Thwarted

 I'd been gagging to go to the Evening Star and we'd never quite found the time or, rather, the right time.

So before we left Bristol I mooted the suggestion that we swing by on our way back to Eastbourne.  There had a been a lot of travel disruption so it looked like there may be a possibility we'd be forced via that route in any case.

Still, when it came to it on Sunday night it did look like order had been restored but I felt a bit unwell.  When I woke on Monday, I still felt quite ropey and the boy offered a delay to travel.

I really don't find the travel itself at all stressful but when I know I am travelling I do like to get it out of the way (I appreciate how weird that sounds).  So I decided I wasn't badly enough sick to delay and that, in fact, I'd prefer just to get on with it.

When the world climbed onto the train in Temple Meads and all chattered with what seemed more than the usual level of intensity I despaired of a peaceful journey.  I shouldn't have worried - it seemed that almost everyone got out at Bath for the, now legendary, Christmas Market.  The rest of the journey proceeded peacefully.

The boy asked did I still want to go to Brighton but I wasn't feeling like it - all I wanted was a sofa, a warm fire and pointless TV.

I even eschewed beer in favour of a mug of tea (Darjeeling, since I don't play fast and loose with caffeine after about 3pm).  Thankfully, the fridge still had a goodly supply of cans so the BBB was happy enough and I never feel beer envy once I decide not to drink so all was good.

There's no way we're venturing to Brighton before Christmas now, so we'll have to save it up as a New Year treat instead.

Today I'm catching up with work, and top of my to-do list was beer purchasing...so some of that's been done.  I'm not counting out the idea that more might be ordered...jus' saying.