Woke in the morning, feeling okay considering the previous day, and Phils alarm going off dead early like and dead loud like too.
I went to shower and get sorted, and when I came out of the bathroom, Phil was looking paler than usual (quite a feat) – he pointed a wobbly finger above the exit door. And there was a spider the size of a cat! Arrggghhh.
I must admit I did a little scared dance, hoping up and down and waving my hands about. It was enormous, and it was staring at us. Phil ran away to get showered and I watched the beast walk across the top of the door, in that spidery way they do, the down the other side, then straight at me. I was sweating.
Next thing a shrill scream came from the bathroom “I’m trapped” it pierced, “It’s on the door, I’m stuck”. OMG OMFG OMFMFG I found myself hoping and waving again, and I had lost sight of the first beasty they were attacking us in a pincer movement – I shrank away from the bathroom door, expecting a spider the size of a Rhino to come bursting out at any moment, but also wary of the floor where his mate was stalking me. I heard some scraping and slapping, and courageous Phil came tumbling out “Ah AH AH” he explained.
Anyway, we managed to get out, have some breakfast (which was very tasty, but Phil had a Kilo of free oats and a vegetarian breakfast) and into the car for the next adventure.
First up was BroadWay – the place we didn’t get to the previous evening where we saw a jogger jump up and high five a street sign – what a man. Broadway is nice, especially early when no one is around apart from Mr Sunshine – we even found some toilets next to the cleanest, tidiest play park in the world. After a little wander we decided to head on, it was too early for a beer.
Next stop was Sunny Stratford, last time I was here I ran (well slowly jogged) twenty six miles, and that was the whole reason for this blog. We had a mooch around, almost went up the new tower in the Shakespeare place, but it cost so we didn’t. We were very relieved to see that very sparing use of a cartoon Shakespeare was had around the town. NOT! We listen to a guy talk to a group of people about the town, nearly bought a martmite flavored sausage roll (that will haunt me for ever) and a actually did buy a newspaper. We sat down and had a beer. The we left.
We almost stopped somewhere else, but it didn’t look so good, and Phil was gasping for a beverage, so we headed over ot he sleepy hamlet of Chipping Norton. It looks better when you drive through it.
We arrived and I had a quick look into the dive that was to be our hotel for the night, what a place, scary bar woman/owner and drunks in the bar – drinking beer, at this time. So we went for a pint. Then we went for another and sat outside with a tasty baguette for me, and a crappy ploughmans for Phil – (the spellcheck wanted to change ploughmans to manslaughter, which has a certain ring to it) he actually moaned about it. After beers we took the plunge and checked in, the woman knew what we were about, “the quiors” were shown to their room, and the bar had a giggle. Although they were happy talking about how f&*kin happy they were that Ian Pasley was dead, as we left.
We had a wander around, and its not a fab place, so we sat on a sort of balcony and drank until supper time. When we got in the pub with the with the sort of balcony, they gave us a loyalty card thing which meant we had a free pint after we had 9 or 10 I think. We didn’t really think it was worth while, but Phil knows his onions, and as it happened we filled it by bed time. After some time we set off for the Thai, which looked a bit alright – it was (so she said) packed – but I just think she didn’t like the cut of our jib – so we found another Chinese place, which looked a little iffy. It was iffy, but it used chop sticks, and natty old fashioned 1`960’s chinese chop stick holders and a little bowl to eat your nosh with. I had something sizzly, Phil didn’t. It was quite a find – very good and it was enjoyed.
Back to the balcony in the dark and the free pint, which I was too rich to get, so Phil got it along with another girly coffee, or was it hot chocolate?
Back home, no spiders, and an okay sleep.
Next morning was a breakfast in a 1950’s dining room, which hadn’t been cleaned since then, with a very dodgy looking woman doing some very dodgy cooking and a cat. The food was meaty and greasy – so went down a treat. Phil had a fondant.
Over to Gloucester to be dropped off and picked up.
Massive thanks to Joey the Lips who cared for me so much during the couple of days – it wouldn’t have been the same without him, but then, I wouldn’t have gone on my own.
Good times.