It's a rest day, so I've been tidying up, planning a menu and thinking about holidays. In the same way that the tidying up meant I couldn't leave the house, the planning-a-menu has resulted in me coming to Sainsbury's, where I'm currently avoiding the skimming-round-the-aisles-wondering-where-everything-is.
I know where Starbucks is though, so I'm sitting here with a cup of tea and a copy of my 2013 diary. I thought it would be good fun to read back over old adventures, so I can figure out new ones. I also thought that maybe you'd like to do a bit of time-travelling with me, and see what was going through my head on my trip to Italy three years ago. So while I procrastinate about finding a trolley and zipping around Sainsbury's, here's a jaunty adventure through time, copied straight from the pages of my diary. Bon viaggio!
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September 5th, 2013
The Travelodge. A place to lodge while travelling I suppose. On this first stage of my journey to Sorrento, the 'travel lodge' is apt and welcome. I'm in Room 139 in a large white bed with crisp, fresh sheets that smell of lemon.
It's the typical room - perfectly calculated to provide the most minimal sense of comfort at the lowest possible price. One picture hangs above my head like a large abstract window into a world of unfocused, amorphous circles. On the plain wall opposite, a small flat-screen TV is bracketed to a wooden backing board and a full-length mirror is bolted to the wall opposite the pod-like bathroom.
I'm not complaining. It is after all, a world away from the sweltering train journey from Reading to Gatwick. I was reading my way through The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes as the roasting bucket of a train powered through the Surrey countryside. It was uncomfortably hot - the type of heat that drenches you slowly in sweat until your face is red and your clothes are dripping.
They say England is in for a powerful reminder of Autumn tomorrow though. At 8:25 I'm hoping to watch as the rain lashing past the window turns to thick wispy fog, white impenetrable sky, and then the blue serenity of 30,000 feet. I'm a little nervous about tomorrow actually. As soon as I get to that hotel room, unpack my stuff and find a nice glass of something cool, I'll be alright.
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