Day 1: CowTown to London

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Location: Cath & Jane’s spare room (the pink one), Surrey (that’s South West London to all you Northerners who are just thinking generally “down there somewhere”)
Miles today: 210
Total miles: 210
Cost of tonight’s accomodation: free
Number of clock radios in room: 2
Number of clock radios plugged in: 0
Best car/van I passed on the way: A salad company van “Steve’s leaves”.

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Been a long day today. Decided I was NOT going to get stressed so just chilled and took my time. Packed, bought new shoes, changed some stuff at Matalan, got money, gave Joyce from next door the spare key and my parents phone number incase of emergency. I did plan on taking the car for a full valet befire I left so I’d be proudly driving a shiny and gleaming car throughout the open roads of Europe, just like you see on new car ads. But I was running late so had to make do with just wiping the bird poo off with a Johnson’s babywipe and picking the crisp packets out of the front footwell.

Actually Joyce has been getting very down recently. She asked where I was going to and when I said Sweden she said “Oh you need to be careful, is that country where they’re allowed to do away with ill people?”. I explained that was dignitas in Switzerland and her reply was “Well in that case just bring me back a gun so I can end it all. I’ve had enough of this life.”. Not much you can say to that is there? If she does want to top herself I hope she’s can hold out til I’m back. I’ve got a courier delivering some furniture on Friday and Joyce needs to unlock the garage for him.

As I was late setting off Cathers was climbing the walls for her promised chinese takeaway when I arrived. Can honestly say it was one of the worst chineses I’ve ever had. Burnt chicken balls and vinegar sauce. Second only to the raw chicken/burnt veg one from Dusseldorf. No matter how far I roam nothing beats the Happy Whatisface one near Morrisons in Kingswinford.

So that’s it for now. Early start tomorrow. Getting the ferry from Dover at 8am. I have been sensible though – as I’m usually late for everything I’ve actually booked onto the 10am ferry. I’ve told myself is the 8am one though. We can but hope eh?

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