My throat feels like it's been raped by a sandpaper-covered cock and I should probably get some sleep, but such is my dedication to blogging that I'll write an entry anyway. In other words, I'm just that sad.
Last night was fairly odd. Once I'd finished helping Rikki with his French coursework, he had to work on a presentation, so I decided to have a nap; according to him, I was out within ten minutes of getting into bed, and woke up at intervals until he went to bed at three. What time did I go to bed? Er, nine o' clock. It's a miracle that I managed to fall asleep at all, what with the light being on and Rikki clattering away on his keyboard.
Twelve hours after I first crawled in between the covers, two coaches left for Silwood Park, with me on the top deck of one. The journey was surprisingly short and uneventful. I was dressed in impractically short denim shorts and wellies, a combination which had prompted a chav yesterday to call me a slapper. I'm concerned as to what prostitutes look like where that dude was from.
Our first session at Silwood was on fungi, which sounds dull, but was actually quite good fun. We walked around the grounds looking for mushrooms, inspiring a competition between Nia and Simon about who could collect the most specimens. Nia found fly agaric and automatically won as a result. I referred to Simon as 'Mushroom Man' for the rest of the day. Ironically, he's allergic to mushroom spores.
Although we saw plenty of mushrooms in our first session, I can't say that we were as lucky in our second session, which was on birds: despite checking the nets three times over the course of the session, we did not see a single bird except for the blue tit brought in by one of the demonstrators at the start of the session. So much for holding and ringing birds ourselves! The session was so unsuccessful that we were given permission to wander off and eat our lunch. We didn't need telling twice.
Our third session was on Geographical Information Systems, and I took this opportunity to go on Facebook. It was nice to be indoors, but the time we spent in the computer room can hardly be described as exciting. As we'd arrived earlier than planned, we managed to squeeze in a fourth session. I went off to look at mammals, but as with the birds, our search was fruitless. The highlight was watching a video of a mouse running along a log, while the demonstrator balanced his laptop on top of his head.
The fun only really started once we'd settled ourselves down on the sofas with free crisps, followed by free Domino's pizza.
My alcohol intake was a small measure of wine, the remnants of Jula's cider, and most of another pint of cider (I spilt some of it on Nia when I went to get up to let Craig in). Naturally, I didn't pay for any of it.
I'd like to say that the alcohol was to blame for my incautious babbling on the way home, but I didn't even feel tispy, and I run my mouth off when I'm sober anyway. Besides, all that talk of the sausages I've experienced in my lifetime made for good banter. We really ought to have recorded the conversation, because I really don't remember it.
I saw Rikki briefly when I got back to South Kensington, which was nice. Sadly, it made me miss the train I wanted to get from Charing Cross, so I took the Tube to Victoria instead, got a train to Bromley, and luckily caught a bus home just as I stepped out of the station. I got home twenty minutes earlier than I would have done if I'd waited for the next train. If only my throat would stop giving me gyp.
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