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12:34 AM, Wednesday, March 19, 2008 .. 0 comments .. Link

It’s my day off – well, first of two. So – a lie in, bit of internet surfing, then decided to head off to Guildford for the day. Walk down to the village centre – the bus stop is just outside Sainsbury’s. Buy a Daily Mail there while I’m waiting. Twenty minutes to Guildford – just enough time to read backwards through the sports pages and then sample the rest, and then drop the paper in that little bay over the front wheel arch used for luggage and prams.

Bloody freezing – especially with my Guinness rugby top worn outside my jeans (I only succumbed to this trend about a year ago, mind…) and the icy wind whistles up it, so the first stop is Debenhams for white t-shirt vests (and new pants) and quick change in the toilets for added vesty comfort. Nice. Re-discovered scarves last year – hey they really work, me mother was right – but of course used the trendy loopy way of wearing them, not the Playtex cross-your-heart tuck-em-in-under-the arm-pits fashion she used with me school scarves.

Weatherspoons for lunch - £4.50 for burger, chips and a beer seems canny value in Surrey – hell, I pay £3.00 just for a beer in The Jolly. Then a stroll round Guildford. What am I doing here on my own? I don’t really know, but here I am, and alone I certainly am, and anyway it makes a change from Cranleigh, so poke around bookshops looking for Leonard Barras books (there aren’t any – surprise), then find myself in HMV. I haven’t spent much at all the last year, being broke, so buying CDs and DVs seems almost wicked, but I only buy the ones on special offer to stave off growing feelings of panic. Buy a coffee in the centre – make a mistake and ask for a ‘regular’, stupidly assuming that is the ordinary, smallest one. Of course, not – in modern coffee-speak that turns out to be the middle sized one that costs another 30p. Coffee-speak is a surreal world – I almost grudgingly admire them for their Alice in Wonderland use of language…

Text my friend in Morpeth (the one now passionately in love with Peter from Sunderland – harumphhh ) to ask if she thinks I should go the cinema or head home. She votes for the cinema, so go to see ‘The Other Boleyn Girl’. Indulge in lots of pick’n’mix sweets in a packet engineered for maximum noise when touched in any way

Canny film, but unengaging somehow.

Catch 7:50 bus back to Cranleigh – and there is my unwanted Daily Mail, still lying in the luggage space, doing it’s lonely cycle around Surrey. Stop off in Bramley for a session in The Jolly. Usual Suspects – usual craic, but it passes some more time, then back out to catch the last bus – 10:55 to Cranleigh. And there, pulling me up short for a second, lies my Daily Mail – on it’s last aimless circular ride of the day.

Pass by Sainsbury’s – there’s Ben, seen through the window, managing the night shift. Pass my son’s shop, turn right just before the Estate Agent that just sold my house, walk up past the school he went to… back to the house-share. Such a small world. Where did everyone go?

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A day in a life of a mail...

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