19/02/02, 12:46
Well, it’s not actually 12:46, but the clock on my iPAQ is a bit out and I’m not quite sure what the actual time is.
Anyway, I’ve been insulting this bottle of cranberry for the last five minutes – saying really derogatory things about it, but I don’t seem to be able to depress the lid so I guess I can drink it. It was quite a nice day when I started writing this, but, well, it’s gone rather grey and quite cold..:
Is the presence of E160(c) (smoke flavour) in these Cajun Chicken Louisiana Style Wrap due to some louisina influence or is it the cajuns who are responsible? Hrm…..
I think it’s time to find somewhere warmer, away from the seagulls….
13:20, Bill’s cafe in Bath
Hrm, free advertising….actually, this appears to be a trucker/mechanics cafe, and the tea is lousy….never mind. Probably give Russell Reid a heart attack seeing me here, black jeans, bike boots, bike jacket, no bra, copy of Ride magazine in front of me….
Ah well, dry and warm….
‘s odd being in Bath, what with Donna-related memories and so on….actually I came here once before, for my mums OU course…..old memories.
So, the Mogs in the mog centre – hopefully she’ll come back leak free – I’ll head back in a bit….see how they’re getting on…it’s sort of trying to rain. Lauren’s doing her CBT at the moment. Worrying about her, I really hope she passes this time….still got my bike to rewire…
Anyway, I went to see Hannah a couple of days ago, Friday actually. Which was interesting.
[09032002 – at this point I went back to the mog centre, and my Rebecca was actually already ready – so I didn’t finish this entry…]
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Kate E