Guess Who's Back....

I have returned from my summer in Tanzania in case you hadn't already noticed and I am currently sitting in my bedroom in Harrogate watching my already light tan fade in the face of a tepid Yorkshire September. I'm looking forward to getting back to Birmingham so I can start doing something again. I'm not very good at not going crazy when my mind isn't occupied.

I have no work to do, my friends from Harrogate are in Scotland and I have no money. I'm not normally one to sit around and feel sorry for myself but the gloomy, grey weather has put me in a bad mood.

I don't need to go back to Tanzania but if the weather could come to visit for a while that would be nice.

I tried booking train tickets up to Glasgow for the weekend to see my friends but with the collusion of the well known axis of evil that is the Pope and National Rail, I cannot book a train ticket under £35 (with a railcard) unless it leaves either early in the morning or late in the evening and connects via Leeds, Manchester and sometimes even Preston (I am not entirely convinced I known where that is) for the very reasonable price of £30.

Its not all bad though, its nice to be home and catch up with British television, Western food and hot showers. Maybe after the co-codamol I took for my headache half an hour ago kicks in and I actually get to Glasgow and back, I may stop being such a miserable cow.

Here's hoping.

I did try to make this blog post sound positive, but as you can see it didn't really work.