Coventry in the rain
Jan. 3rd, 2014 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yet another early morning phone call from my sister, requesting the loan of a car and the presence of a babysitter to allow her to take her dog to the vet to be neutered. Pater obliged and I took advantage of the early start to go for a run before the weather really started to degenerate, only to spend the rest of the morning lounging around with a book in front of the fire, listening to Handel concerti.
After lunch, I decided to go down to the station to sort out a reservation for tomorrow and to go for a wander around town — because there's no point in coming to Coventry and not reminding myself of just how concrete and unpleasant the centre is, particularly on a wet, windy, gloaming afternoon in January. I managed to dodge the worst of the weather and it only started raining really heavily when I was five minutes from home.
I got back in time for tea, failed to help pater fix a problem with his jet direct printer — I suspect the ethernet-over-power adaptor may be responsible — and also failed to help my nephew come up with a suitable Call of Duty clan name. We had an indian takeaway for supper — again because it's pointless coming to the Midlands and not taking advantage of the finest indian food in the country!
After lunch, I decided to go down to the station to sort out a reservation for tomorrow and to go for a wander around town — because there's no point in coming to Coventry and not reminding myself of just how concrete and unpleasant the centre is, particularly on a wet, windy, gloaming afternoon in January. I managed to dodge the worst of the weather and it only started raining really heavily when I was five minutes from home.
I got back in time for tea, failed to help pater fix a problem with his jet direct printer — I suspect the ethernet-over-power adaptor may be responsible — and also failed to help my nephew come up with a suitable Call of Duty clan name. We had an indian takeaway for supper — again because it's pointless coming to the Midlands and not taking advantage of the finest indian food in the country!