6 feet of sandwich pleasure

19 October 2005

Despite the bad hair day, I blew off work today (‘John, I’m going for a walk’ – ‘ok’) and went to Tonbridge with Suzy on her day off. We went to Haysden, listening to my new Ausseer Hardbradler CD in the car on our way. I was slightly surprised that I said yes to the walk (as if I have no control over my actions) cos I’d already been on two walks in the last seven days and my legs were beginning to consult their lawyer.

In the country park we played with touch-me-not balsam (Suzy: “don’t-touch-me-burbles”), were unimpressed with a small bouncy dog and impressed with an impeccably behaved rottweiler, who was apparently male, but called Bonnie. We also saw a big fuck off pile of geese in a field, but when they all flew off in picturesque style, I unfortunately didn’t get a picture cos my camera was back in my rucksack hiding from the rain like a very expensive namby-pamby. That’s why there’s only a few pics this time – it kept raining and the light sucked big time.

We went to Subway for lunch, where Suzy nearly asked for the 6 foot sandwich, meaning the 12 inch one. Mind you, the rate at which she put the foot long sandwich away, I don’t think the 6 foot option would necessarily have been much of a hurdle. I once more spread a six inch chicken teriyaki sandwich across my face and hands and afterwards enjoyed an oatmeal and raisin cookie. Oatmeal and raisin? Must be healthy.

P.S. It’s only having just loaded today’s photos that I realise that the first photo from the previous Haysden set is of touch-me-not balsam in flower – and the first photo of today’s Haysden set is of the plant’s seeds. Aah, wia die Zeit vergeht.