Unbelievable! Was on the way to a job in Rochdale today, driving merrily down the M66. Saw a sign saying 'M6 6 miles M61 5 miles'. Thought "That's funny, aren't I kinda moving away from the M6?" Then noticed 'Preston 10 miles' on the same sign. "Hmm." I thought. Then realised the signs I'd been driving past read 'Blackburn'. Thought "Surely I haven't. No-one's stupid enough to miss turning off at the first junction, right at the start of their trip, and somehow mistake the M65 for the numerous A roads leading to the M66."
Needless to say I was a bit late. Moving hastily on...
Worship practice was actually fun tonight. Have noticed that I feel down whenever I walk in, but was fighting the feeling much harder than usual, and actually had fun as a result! Why would walking into a worship practice make me feel down? Surely it's the most relaxed, friendly place I can go? Weird. It's nice to know that the feeling can be fought off, now, anyway.
What else? This week seems to be passing in a sort of confused blur - think I just need sleep. Haven't done all my Russian homework yet either - no time now, had better get to bed. Think I'm out of things to say, anyway.
Goodnight!
P.S. Phil lands this weekend!