Forgetting Your Plug

The trip to Hartlepool was generally unremarkable. The weather was good, the boats and the water were lovely. The work was long, and the visit was short. On the train ride up, I was very excited to bust out my computer and go online only to work out I'd left my adapter plug at home. Upon arriving in Hartlepool and after eating dinner, this necessitated a trip to the super Asda there where I was advised to use a shaving adapter plug as they didn't have any of the US-->UK kind. This worked for a bit in the evening but then stopped working by morning and the truth was, I'd already missed my train opportunity up, was not going to have access to the computer the whole day, and there was no time to try and get another for the train back.

So minimal computing as it were, and my computer ran out of juice soon after.

And I had been looking to picking up on the porn.

I did manage to pick up a DVD of 'Black Book' for minimal quid, so that was cool. Asda at night was like some parody of an American shopping experience. Almost there but not quite. I really hate travelling for work in the sense that you don't really get to see or so anything in the place you go. You arrive in time to work, do what needs to be done, and go home without doing much of anything else.

Particularly if you forget your plug.

This morning I awoke to some sort of awful allergic episode and my eyes were very swollen and also itchy. I've taken my magic pink pill now, so it seems to be improved but I can still feel that the skin is tight and not happy. Well, that and people keep looking at me and asking what's wrong, so I know I look either tired or ill. Great.

Now I just don't feel like being at work. If it weren't for softball later, I would have totally used this allergy thing as an excuse to go home. At least it's already Wednesday!