What's the dealio, Hubski? I'm having my coffee and porridge, and afterward a cigarette; a well-rounded breakfast.
I started typing out a paragraph about the weather just there. It's almost a reflex. Now that I'm back home, I have conversations about the weather about four hundred times a day.
Weather probably dominates my conversations because I have no news whatsoever. I'm still working a day or two a week at the pub, which is nice, because I actually like it. But I've also started working with my dad on my sister's new house. Three weeks of labourious sanding, filling, dusting and painting have gone by - and we've only just managed to finish a second coat on the upstairs floor. The plasterer did an awful job, basically, which we've had to fix.
My father is a perfectionist. I have learned that painting, or at least painting well, is something everyone thinks they can do, but it's actually much more difficult and time-consuming than simply putting paint on the wall.
This has taken up most of my time. Other than that I've been watching a lot of movies over the past couple of months. Personal favourites would be Letter Never Sent (set in your neck of the woods, ThatFanficGuy), The Bridge on the River Kwai, Three Outlaw Samurai, M, and Koyaanisqaatsi. The latter is pretty mesmerising at points thanks to Philip Glass.
Still very much wondering what on earth I'm going to do next. The thought of remaining in this town for too much longer fills me with dread.
I feel like I kind of need to go off and do the whole "travel" thing before I get too old. I just need to, y'know, get an actual job so I have a few shillings. Then I'll buy some genie pants and dread my hair, and boom! Off to Nepal.
I actually started writing a book about my walk from last year, which, come to think about it, I still haven't posted about here. Will do. Anyway I've written most of the first section out (just covering the first few days) and it's utter garbage. I've never really written anything like that before. It's just very dry and linear and boring. But it's just a first giraffe so I'll try not to dismay myself.
Oh, on Thursday I got an email from the Guinness World Records saying I'd officially been recognised as breaking the record for longest barefoot journey! I'm waiting on the cert now. To be honest, I think I'm mostly thrilled that the waiting is over. I submitted the evidence to them back in October I think.
That cigarette is calling!