The Last Weekend: Chapter 9

The second time I came out of my coma, Roger had come down and into the lounge where I was doing my best to hide from the daylight and he asked me if I wanted a lift back to Wormingford. Well, I was well up for it, because I just wanted to clean up and sort of relax after such a mad night. I awoke a little bit more to see that I was covered in a few of my jerseys that some of the lads had worn and I was using them as blankets as I slept. That was nice of 'em. When I slightly came to, I realized that all my bags and computer stuff was around Lucy's place, but Roger was good enough to say that he'd take me up there to grab it. Wicked, nice one!

We piled into the car immediately, because Roger wanted to get to ASDA to pick up a few things as well in the morning and he was ready to go. I was pretty ready to go, other than getting the sleep out of my eyes. So, I grabbed my jerseys that were laying on top of me and we hopped in the car.

The drive up to Lucy's was quite funny because Roger didn't know the way and I really only partially knew, because I was either pissed, in a taxi with people, it was dark out or I was pissed... yeah, pissed twice. The only trouble was that we couldn't find the right road that turned off of Straight Road before all the little turns that I would recognize from smaller trips. I think we turned down two or three other roads before coming backwards on the road that we were supposed to be on in the first place. That wasn't so bad, we weren't lost for very long.

Now Sunday was going to be my day and/or night in West Bergholt to see some people in the Queen's Head. I really wanted to make sure I got there and stuck to my plan.

Coffee was nice as I packed up my bag of stuff, recovering the jerseys that Barry & Lucy wore on the night and having a laugh about the night before. Then we started sitting outside for the smokers and then all of a sudden there seemed to be a plan brewing. Lars was on the phone and wanted to meet up and all of a sudden there was a small breath of fear that the day might not turn out the way I had planned it to go.

We went off to pick up Lars and then the attention turned to food. Everyone needed food and then to copy some photos for Dirty Hairy Mouth at Roger's. Uh-oh... I said to myself, the panic was inching in. Nevertheless, with my panic stricken look, I conceded to the idea of getting back to Roger's with a pizza, copy the photos for Dirty Hairy Mouth and then head back to Wormingford.

That plan was alright... mission accomplished. A pepperoni pizza & Goldmember went down a treat that afternoon and when that was all said and done, Roger gave me a lift back into Wormingford. Jo had texted me on the way back asking when I was gonna be about and then offered to pick me up from the house to head down that way. Wicked!

I got home, sorted myself out, made a small Blog and Jo & Mark showed up in no time at all to pick me up. Excellent!