I didn't stay for long because a mate was coming over (Kay), I had bought a present well sort of 3 and told her that it would do for me too. I think she was totally puzzled as to what I had got and had told me not get anything anyway.
I had bought her the Rough Guide to Toronto, a Toronto popout map and 101 Things to do before you die. It's should be obvious why I bought the first 2 (we are going to Canada). She had said how great the popout foldaway map was for New York (sometimes I listen). I probably would of bought them anyway for myself normally but thought they would make useful Xmas presents. The other book I thought was a bit of fun and I wanted to see what it was like, lol. I ordered a second copy for me the other day and it arrived today. Anyway she was very happy with them and said they were the best presents she had got (would say that) because it was something she wanted. She bought me some bottles of Stella and a huge box of Maltesers, so much for not drinking. We had a couple of drinks and ate most the Maltesers or rather I had 2 drinks she had 1 (driving). I had got a call from a mate (Wayne) about going out while Kay was there and I said I might later. After a couple of hours or so Kay said she better go, think she was conscious about my mate having rang. I got her to drop me off at the George on her way home.
In the George, Kevin, Binyon, Wayne and Angela were there along with the pub regulars. Angela and Binyon were both fairly wrecked. Wayne didn't seem too bad and Kevin had only had 1 pint having not been there long either.
We decided to go down Willington, I'd only had about 18 or so pound in my pocket but intended to go to the Cash Machine at Quality Fair in Willington. We went in a couple of pubs in Willington before I went to the ATM only to find it had a metal shutter over it (WTF?). I wasn't drinking much anyway because I had to go to work the following day. I was even more conscious now with about £10 in my pocket, I had another half of lager and a couple of cokes before we ordered a taxi to take us back to Crook. I spent the last 2 or 3 pubs in Willington talking to Trevor a sort of relation of Wayne about immigrants, the army and other stuff. In one of the pbs some lass came over to talk to Wayne, used to live next door I think. She stunk of stale sweat, like she had been running in the dress 2 days earlier and not got changed. I was about 6 foot maybe further away and could still smell her. All of us were keeping our distance, although Wayne seemed immune and carried on talking to her. She would of been an attractive lass if it weren't for that.
We got the taxi back to Crook and got out at the Sun, I said I was gonna go home because I had work in the morning. The others persuaded me to go in and I bought a half of lager. Everyone wandered around towards the dance floor but I decided I wasn't going over there or I would be there ages with no money and no drink. So I left for home, I went to the bank and took £20 out, intending to get a Chinese but both Chinese takeaways were close and had already walked past the third on the way to the bank.
I decided to run home from the top of Hope Street and ran all the way to my door (map below).
It's only 1 mile but warmed me up.
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