Sunday, January 18
Some blog posts are easy to write, others require work, especially on the opening sentence. This is one such post. I wasn't sure which would be my most successful primary sentence - do I mention the delicious smell of potatoes baking in the oven and how if they're not cooked soon I may have to kill something? Or should I go for complaining about how Rory's going home in a couple of hours and I'll be left hugless again? And then there's the option of following up on the last post and commenting upon the trip into Lancashire. So I decided not to go for any of them and do something else entirely.
Our sojourn wasn't as boring as I'd anticipated. I wasn't really looking forward to going, I wanted to stay at home and hug, at least I knew how that would turn out. We caught the train Ok, despite my continued anxiety around train stations. Gavin collected us at Chorley and we were at his new house shortly afterwards. It was filled with the aroma of cooking curry and it smelt wonderful. It turned out Janie was creating four different curries, from scratch. Ambitious but it was definitely worth it, the food was gorgeous. I ate a little too much of the spicy cashew nut curry though and I felt slightly sick afterwards. Their house is fantastic. It was built around 1860 and is two houses knocked together. The interior decoration is foul, all flowery borders above every last piece of woodwork in the house, including some radiators, with artex ceilings (when the ceiling hasn't been wallpapered, that is), and textured wallpaper painted in sickening pastel shades. The house itself though is a different matter. It's like a maze, with doors that lead to rooms with other doors and rooms behind them. It must be illegal to have that many doors in one house.
We rose early yesterday, I had a lengthy breakfast of Frosties, Coco Pops, a bagel with hummus, and more Coco Pops. We caught a train back to Manchester around 11:15, arrived at noon. I like Manchester as it has some fantastic shops and some gorgeous people but yesterday I just became stressed and ratty with all the crowds. I didn't find any wonderful clothes I needed to buy, although there was many examples of wonderfulness I didn't need to buy. I persuaded Rory to buy me a tie-dyed papier mache octopus mobile though.
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