The football bit continued during the week with two more games to attend:
One being the league game on Wednesday night, which was a great 4-0 win, and the other was Thursday night and the u/18’s in the FA Youth Cup, which they lost. Both games were entertaining.
Friday night was supposed to be a few quiet ones with the work crew, but turned into quite a bit more... As they say, the best nights are those that aren’t planned.
Well, there’s no way I could have planned this one!
About a week ago, the zip on the pocket of my windstopper jacket started to peel off. I took it into Kathmandu and they said that they could get it repaired. So, this Friday I took it in with the idea of leaving it with them to have it fixed. Instead, they just gave me a brand new one - Score!!
On the way back to work (I’d done this during my lunchbreak), I discovered a bookstore. Yep, I just had to go in. I found and bought Homer’s Odyssey for 2 quid - second score!
Right, back to the night out that wasn’t-supposed-to-be. I say that, because my intention for Saturday was a very early start to go mountain biking... “best laid plans”, eh? Anyway, in the early hours of the morning after a fun night out with some of the work crew and meeting a couple of nice girls, I headed home. No tubes left running, so onto the nightbus I went. The bus takes quite a while and isn’t really all that noisy, so it wasn’t long before I dozed off.
Waking up a couple of stops past mine, I jumped up and off the bus - only to realise that I’d left my bag on the bus with both jacket and book in it. Naturally, I realised this the moment the doors closed and the bus pulled away... The next bus at that stop pulled in and I asked the driver where the ‘67’ was headed. He said he’d take me there, and we headed off in ‘hot pursuit’.
Naturally, when we got there, there was no number 67 there. He suggested the nearby bus station and gave me directions, so off I went.
"Nope, the 67 doesn’t come to this depot”, I get told, before being given directions to the right garage via another bus. A short bus trip and I’m at the right garage.
After finding and going through two 67’s, I eventually get asked what I’m doing. Long story short, I end up at the lost property office to discover that the bag with jacket and book hasn’t been turned in, and I take up the offer to wait a half hour till all number 67’s come in. No luck, and so I head home at around 4am.
A rather slow and relaxed Saturday ensues before the arrival of Shar in the evening.
Sunday, we head out to Covent Garden for a catch up and to check out a few of the outdoor stores (including Kathmandu) for a replacement jacket. I end up with a North Face windstopper one in a cooler colour, and we meet up with Shar’s friend Juliana in a nearby pub to while away the remainder of the arvo and evening.
Monday, and the folks at work, after having a bit of a laugh over my bus tracking/hunting exploits eventually convince me to ring the depot. I don’t know why, considering that all the 67’s were in and none had my bag on them... Still, I ring. And, yep, they have the bag and jacket, but no book!!
So while we all scratch our heads about the type of person who takes your bag, then hands back the brand new jacket and keeps the cheap (but intellectual) book, I’m kinda chuffed that I now have two jackets. It was still a sh*t day at work on Monday, but at least it had one good moment to it.
One being the league game on Wednesday night, which was a great 4-0 win, and the other was Thursday night and the u/18’s in the FA Youth Cup, which they lost. Both games were entertaining.
Friday night was supposed to be a few quiet ones with the work crew, but turned into quite a bit more... As they say, the best nights are those that aren’t planned.
Well, there’s no way I could have planned this one!
About a week ago, the zip on the pocket of my windstopper jacket started to peel off. I took it into Kathmandu and they said that they could get it repaired. So, this Friday I took it in with the idea of leaving it with them to have it fixed. Instead, they just gave me a brand new one - Score!!
On the way back to work (I’d done this during my lunchbreak), I discovered a bookstore. Yep, I just had to go in. I found and bought Homer’s Odyssey for 2 quid - second score!
Right, back to the night out that wasn’t-supposed-to-be. I say that, because my intention for Saturday was a very early start to go mountain biking... “best laid plans”, eh? Anyway, in the early hours of the morning after a fun night out with some of the work crew and meeting a couple of nice girls, I headed home. No tubes left running, so onto the nightbus I went. The bus takes quite a while and isn’t really all that noisy, so it wasn’t long before I dozed off.
Waking up a couple of stops past mine, I jumped up and off the bus - only to realise that I’d left my bag on the bus with both jacket and book in it. Naturally, I realised this the moment the doors closed and the bus pulled away... The next bus at that stop pulled in and I asked the driver where the ‘67’ was headed. He said he’d take me there, and we headed off in ‘hot pursuit’.
Naturally, when we got there, there was no number 67 there. He suggested the nearby bus station and gave me directions, so off I went.
"Nope, the 67 doesn’t come to this depot”, I get told, before being given directions to the right garage via another bus. A short bus trip and I’m at the right garage.
After finding and going through two 67’s, I eventually get asked what I’m doing. Long story short, I end up at the lost property office to discover that the bag with jacket and book hasn’t been turned in, and I take up the offer to wait a half hour till all number 67’s come in. No luck, and so I head home at around 4am.
A rather slow and relaxed Saturday ensues before the arrival of Shar in the evening.
Sunday, we head out to Covent Garden for a catch up and to check out a few of the outdoor stores (including Kathmandu) for a replacement jacket. I end up with a North Face windstopper one in a cooler colour, and we meet up with Shar’s friend Juliana in a nearby pub to while away the remainder of the arvo and evening.
Monday, and the folks at work, after having a bit of a laugh over my bus tracking/hunting exploits eventually convince me to ring the depot. I don’t know why, considering that all the 67’s were in and none had my bag on them... Still, I ring. And, yep, they have the bag and jacket, but no book!!
So while we all scratch our heads about the type of person who takes your bag, then hands back the brand new jacket and keeps the cheap (but intellectual) book, I’m kinda chuffed that I now have two jackets. It was still a sh*t day at work on Monday, but at least it had one good moment to it.
1 comment:
How lucky in some ways were you.
2 jackets...
What was the name of the book.
I thought Shar came back to aust?
Joan
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