I decided that today, the last day of this half-term, I would go home via Bolton instead of on the nice warm coach. This was despite the torrential rain and stupenously high winds - Thorrun's brolly was a source of much asmusement, until she diappeared into the David Lloyd.
Eventually it was just me and Becca, then she diverged to find a halloween costume. I was to catch the next train from Bolton Station. Unfortunately, because my bag was so heavy, containing everything I might need over the break, I was substantially slowed. Hence I just missed my train. Becca was about to head off home, so I retired to Caffe Nero for a Grande Hot Chocolate Milano, complete with whipped cream and tiny Belgian chocolates. It was divine, abnd provided an anchor to the real world as I contemplated the meaning of life and the possibiltites of what it could be.
Now, a fair few minutes into the first day of half-term, I shall go and get some well-earned rest.
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