After

After waking up on a sofa this morning, I went to Sturff with Sarah, as I often do. A woman came in at one point and wondered rather loudly:

"DO YOU HAVE ANY HOTPANTS?"

Apparently she needed them because her daughter is doing a "show" in Cardiff soon. As I said to Sarah, I tried really hard to think of something innocent that that could have been, but alas, to no avail.

After having lunch in Sturff (reduced BLT, yum), I caught the bus back to Cardiff to meet up with my parents and - this is something I didn't expect to happen today - go to see Guys & Dolls at the New Theatre. It was very good. Not, as my dad pointed out, quite as good as the St. Teilo's production, but still.

After leaving the theatre, I informed my parents that I would be coming home for dinner, but that I would first be popping back to Tewkesbury Place to pick up some CDs. My plan was to get the bus; I went to Churchill Way, but the service had been shuffled around because of the bloody rugby (which Wales didn't even have the courtesy to lose so that I could mock everybody). The notice in the bus shelter told me to go to Dumfries Place; a young African woman with three kids in tow asked me where this was, and I told her that I was terrible at giving directions, and to just follow me.

So I proceeded, with this wary mother and her confused children close behind, to what I hoped was Dumfries Place. It was, and sure enough a number 38 bus soon materialised. I tried to hail it but, well, the driver didn't seem to keen to stop. He made some kind of hand gesture that seemed to suggest I should 'go around', but I wasn't sure what that meant.

So I decided to skip picking up the CDs and head straight to my parents' house. Heading on towards Albany Road so as to avoid facing the family I had dragged to this busless wasteland, I soon realised that Albany Road wasn't where I thought it was in relation to Dumfries Place and ended up going to Tewkesbury Place after all.

Sometimes I genuinely worry that everyone I've ever given directions to has long since perished.

Joel.

P.S. I've decided I will update tomorrow (Sunday), but don't hold your breath because if I'm not feeling particularly lucid then it may just be a crap poem about a tree.