Hold the line.

I had a terrible sleep last night.  I woke up at about 3:40 and lay awake for around two hours.  When I finally did fall back to sleep it only lasted a few hours and I was up and ready for my day by 9:30 - about four hours earlier than I have been getting ready in the last few weeks. 

I got the train into Wigan around 11 o'clock so I could collect the books I ordered last week.  In the delivery office I bumped into someone I recognised from school.  We had a bit of a chat about how ridiculous it is to expect people to be at home in the early afternoon.  I went along with it despite it being one of the very few times I've even left the house this summer.  All I could think about during the conversation was "sorry, what's your name again?"  I didn't ask though.  Instead I waited a few moments until I was given the books, at which point I said "see ya" and left; probably to go at least another few years before I see him again.  I managed to get on the same train home as I was on on the way to town. 

Back home I rang the number I'd been given to ask about a job delivering leaflets.  The phone rang a couple of times before going to voicemail so I sent a text.  Long story short they text back telling me to call in one day and they'll see if they can find anything for me.  Task for tomorrow I think. 

Now hopefully I'll get all night to talk to Liz because I love her.