Stream of subconscious

This is just going to be a run through the randomness of the day

Saturday has been a really weird day. There was a definite atmos between the two of us for most of it, probably because I shouted at Soph last night when she did something that caused much tea to be spilled in to my laptop keyboard.

But it was an accident and I know that and I just (over) reacted and I know that too. But it happened last night and there was a residual atmos today and I’m still sorry that it happened and I’ve been beating myself up about it for much of the day.

But the atmos seems to have just about gone now which is Very Very Good. But it does go to show how long the repercussions from a relatively minor event can hang around, doesn’t it?

Anyway more Saturday stuff. I rode this afternoon and Vin was Absolutely Bloody Brilliant.

This afternoon we went in to Oxford to sort Soph out with a new mobile phone and contract. Then we had a quick bite to eat in a cafe in one of the side streets.

Then we went to the cinema to see The International which was a bit sort of ‘Meh’ but it’s worth seeing the film just for the shoot-’em-up scene in the Guggenheim.

But before the film started an Italian chica came and sat beside me and and (I really don’t think I’m exaggerating here!) started chatting me up. And so it continued, all the way through the film. I could have pulled!

Afterwards, while we were waiting for the bus back to the park and ride, there was a gang of girls – about 13 years old – who insisted on blocking the pavement while they sang at us; Jerusalem, Amazing Grace, Theme to Titanic (My Love Will Go On?), Manamana and Help! Oh yes, every single song a classic.

This gang of girls were in the company of two adults who made absolutely no attempt at all to control the little fuckers or even ask them to bring their noise down to a mere earsplitting level from the totally deafening level they were stuck on.

Parental responsibility (even if it was in loco parentis) completely failing once again. But by the time the bus arrived and we got on I think Soph and I were joined in our absolute loathing of ‘people’ by just about everyone else in the bus queue.

Having returned to the nest I seem to have disposed of most of a bag of chocolate sweets things, we’ve watched the concluding episode of Season Three of The West Wing and now we’re going to watch a thing we recorded in the week.

Tomorrow Soph’s out with a couple of her girlfriends and I’m out with a couple of mine.