Disappointingly (for you), I’m going to be away all weekend. I’m having an adventure weekend up in the Lake District, and I’m taking only what you see above (er, plus a couple other things). This includes:
– A small daypack to pack everything in.
– Two shirts, two pairs of socks, two pairs of brand new adventure (under)pants.
– A fleece-lined woolly jumper Rob made me buy.
– A jar of jam (an adventure staple).
– A jar of Skippy Peanut butter (the first time I’ve seen it in the UK!).
– A mini loaf of bread.
– Three small apples.
– A bag of dried fruit and a bag of mixed nuts.
– An umbrella.
– A book. (I plan to buy more reading material once I’m there.)
– The necessary toiletries.
– Clever thing to hold my wallet/passport/MP3 player/phone.
– Train tickets.
– Anything else I forgot to mention.
The plan is to leave after work (well, was — I STILL managed to get 13:45 confused with 3:45 and booked my train ticket two hours early) tomorrow and return Sunday afternoon. I’m going by myself and will last the weekend without a computer of any form (unless you count the harddrive on the MP3 player).
I’m staying in a B&B, so it’ll actually be a nice treat, and I probably have no need for the food I’m bringing. It just seems that I associate the Lake District with having jam sandwiches, and I wouldn’t want the lack of that to ruin my weekend.
So, I’ll see you in a few days — probably with much sorer feet.
Have a nice weekend and safe travels!
i need to discuss with you my impressions of the word “jumper”. (i’m assuming you’re talking about a SWEATER, right? similar to the ones we have in america, but refer to as sweaters?) the word “jumper”, to me, has always conjured up images of both a mechanic’s coveralls and a baby’s onesie. and then i picture a baby trying to push around a jack, and use a tire iron, and, bless its little heart, crawling under a car and asking its adult assistant to hand it the 3/18″ socket wrench. and then i laugh. really hard. because, you see, the baby’s covered in grease stains from changing oil all day and then on break it grabs its lunch pail and pulls out A BOTTLE and c’mon that’s hilarious! because it’s a baby! WORKING AS A MECHANIC. wearing a jumper!
dude, c’mon. you KNOW that’s funny.
- erin
I heard Rob use the word “jumper” for “sweater” once but I assumed he was simply confused, English being his second language and all. I’m still always impressed that growing up in a foreign land as he did he speaks our language as well as he does.
I spent last weekend without a computer. I had the company of great friends, the gorgeous Canadian boundary waters, a spectacular Aurora Borealis but I sure did miss the ol’ Internet. Mmmmmmm… delicious Internet. (I learnt that from Anna)
You forgot to mention your phone. BRING YOUR PHONE! And don’t talk to strangers. If I recall that’s how you wound up in London. Goodness knows where you could end up this time!!!! Remember: Safety first, fun second. Enjoy yourself!!!
yeah, if you meet any more cute single british guys, send ‘em my way! They seem to be a rare commodity in Ohioland.
have a great weekend!!