- 06:30 morning twitterers! had two rather disturbing dreams last night and woke up with a crick in my neck. Nuneaton here I come! #
- 08:49 on train to nuneaton. surrounded by yobs who leave luggage in the aisle and make rude remarks to the conductor who told them not to. #
- 08:50 just went through Leighton Buzzard. The Welsh-speaking couple across from me are being rude about the yobs, who also have a yorkie dog. #
- 14:55 Stuck in at the office. NHS sent me a code for an appointment with password in same envelope. Security consultant needed! #
- 18:57 back home now. thumb is throbbing because the dressing slipped while I was adjusting my backpack. ouchie! #
- 19:27 At the Well for dinner: Szrchuan Fried Chicken #
- 20:34 geez, i still can’t spell very well…it was szechuan fried chicken. back home now reading my email, lj blogs, and tweets. #
- 22:27 nighty-night tweeters! see you tomorrow. #
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It continues to amuse me to an unreasonable extent that there is actually a town named Leighton Buzzard.
One of the other towns I pass through is called Tring. I always think of the little guy at the back of the percussion section whose only job is to play the triangle, once, during the concert.