I assure you that I have not died. I haven’t been eaten by a lion or run over by a monster truck or anything. I’ve just been busy – very busy. It feels like ages since I sat at this desk; so much so that the keys feel weird.
Anyway, where to start? More to the point, what to put in and take out. I feel like I’ve been all over the place, but I’ve just been in London, then Amsterdam. Last week I was at Lyn’s in London; we had a great time, as ever. I got to meet Lyn’s neighbours, dan and paula, who turned out to be excellent people. in a bizarre twist of events, a week ago last Wednesday I found myself in a taxi, with Lyn, Lyn’s p.a zita and Paula’s dad from cornwall crossing London to get my passport renewed. I had forgotten to check it’s expiry date (never knew passports went off); mum noticed as she was packing for me and quickly arranged for me to pick up a replacement in the capital. This meant a trip across the city with Lyn; but we were short of a PA. so, Lyn’s neighbours dad was staying next door, and he stepped in to avoid a shopping trip with his wife. What an awesome day that was. I also mannaged to meet James cullis down there – I’ve been talking to him for a while, and we finally managed to meet in person near the london eye.
Last Monday, new passport safely in my bumbag, I caught the train from Euston to Crewe. Dad picked me up from Crewe and took me to charlottes in Chester. I know it would have been far simpler to travel up Tuesday with Lyn, but in London I need my electric chair, but I can’t take tat thing on an aeroplane. So back up north I came, swapping bags and chairs on the way, meeting charlotte in Chester. The next day, her dad – truly a capital fellow – took us up to the airport where we met back up with Lyn and her PA Esther. And then the fun began.
As with my blog about the Paris trip, writing a step by step account would be far too tedious, although it feels like we didn’t do quite so much this time probably because it was a slightly shorter trip. Highlights included watching a dude play a guitar angrily, getting woken by some very tuneful bells every hour, and getting scared shitless by a cake. I am never going near cake from Amsterdam again. Never never bloody never! We also went to see an improvised comedy show; Charlie got us free tickets from a couple of her friends who live out there. It was a nice gesture, although I don’t actually remember much about it, but that’s another story.
We did intend to go on a canal tour too, but although the jetty had a lift none of the boats where wheelchair accessible, so that was a non-starter. I would have been OK, as I can get out of my chair, but Lyn can’t. it was a pity as I was looking forward to cuddling Lyn as we floated down the canals.
Amsterdam, then, is an amazing city: Crazy as hell, flat as a pancake and full of tourists, but nevertheless amazing. A trip with Lyn was long overdue, and charlotte once again excelled herself. I hope they both liked it; I’m pretty certain they did. Whether we’ll all take another trip together remains very much to be seen, but I certainly hope we do. We flew home yesterday, and after attending a Halloween party last night at charlie’s, my parents picked me up from Chester this morning. It’s been quite a couple of weeks.