Oh, dear, I hadn’t realised how addictive this diary-stuff would be. Not only have I spent two days thinking things like “I wonder how many hours the train from Aberdeen to Glasgow takes? I know, I can just check the Railtrack site! Oh, no, I can’t…”, and “I wonder whether there is a GAP in Oslo? I know, I can just check the yellow pages on the internet… Oh, that’s right, I can’t.” I have also kept thinking: “Oooh, I need to write that in the diary!” And realised I couldn’t do it there and then. And now, of course, I’ve forgotten most of the stuff I was meaning to write.
And I don’t have time, either, because, joy of joys, the New Company have realised that there’s really no point in me starting tomorrow because the person I need to work with most to start with has the week off. So I’m off to Solør to see my grandparents very quickly and then go to the cabin with my parents for a few days. Nice and relaxing. V.g. because I REALLY need a break. Not that I’m not quite keen to start the new job, but I’m not THAT keen…
However, the bus leaves in 12 minutes, and I need to get out of this internet cafe and down to the terminal. See ya!
Music in my head: Me and Bobby McGee