Made it at last (I think)

God, I can't believe its only been a week since i last wrote in here. It feels like forever. I feel like I've been to the moon and back, and there's part of me still out there that hasn't managed to catch up. this is the first time I'[ve had a chance to get on to a computer (there's a couple in teh place Toni and I are staying that guests are allowed to use - there a bit old and slow but get there in teh end (bit like me then - apart from the "old" bit).

So, where should I start? I finally got here on Monday night after the journey from hell - I couldn't believe that I'd actually got to the right place - not till I saw Toni come running out of the house to see me. God, I was so pleased to see her, you couldn't believe. Let's go back to the beginning of this epic adventure, dear readers...

So, I managed to get to Liverpool on that Friday (in another lifetime, that feels like). Lots of boring sitting around waiting, and the trains were in a mess too, so it took me forever to get back home. Had to lie to my dear mother- said I'd been off with Tim on one of this crackpot days out and we'd ended up getting delayed. Didn't want her to know about the whole passport/running off to the other side of the world to be with Toni/probably jacking in my job thing. The next day Tim helped me book the cheapest last minute flight we could find - with some crap airline I'd never heard of, that sounded like the former Soviet blok equivalent of Easy Jet or something. Ver y early (and I mean very very god awful early) on Sunday morning Tim drove me down to Gatwick (I suppose he is good for something after all - actually I quite miss him come to think of it). [I left a long loving note for my mother by the way, just in case you're worrying about the state of her sanity] Anyway, I arrived in good time and got through customs only to be told the flight was delayed for a couple of hours. No big deal. I munched my way through my Marmite sandwiches, trying to make them last till boarding time. Just as I ate the last one, there was another announcement - another two hour delay. Shit. I went round duty free for the umpteenth time and read all the magazines on the newsagents shelves (without buying any - canny, eh!) Needless to say, dear reader, the delay ended up being 9 hours in all - 9 HOURS! You can imagine what state I was in by the time I finally got on board (especially as I'd started treating myself to a little drinky poos every hour on the hour after the first five hours had dragged by). We eventually took off and I think I must have fallen asleep straight away - forgot to put that sign up that saiys "wake me for meals" though, so I woke up some long time later starving hungry and very bleary eyed. I though we must have arrived as the plane seemed to have landed - but no-one was showing any signs of getting off. Then all these scary looking men in uniforms came on board and started checking everyone's passports - luckily mine was shiny new and legit. THen this was the wierd bit - and I still don't know if I'd fallen back asleep or entered some wierd hunger and hang-over induced hallucinatory state - the plane was suddenly full of gorillas (or maybe it was people in gorilla suits, I don't know) and they were going along the aisles asking if anyone was English. Well me, being Mr nice and polite and well brought up, put my hand up - and they came and asked if I knew someone called Brim in London. Aagh!!! Wierd and horrible and spooky and everything all at once. I really hope it was a dream. I really hope I didn't tell them anything (though of course it wouldn't matter if I did - seeing as it was only a dream, right?). Then they were gone, adn the plane took off but seemed to go just straight up in the air and back down again - and suddenlty I was in the right place, and getting my luggage and throwing myself in teh first battered looking taxi I could find... and now I'm here.

And its's a lovely place where Toni has landed up - and friendly and welcoming guest house kind of place, near the sea. And there's nothing to do but hang out with her, when she's not working, and go for walks and stuff. And it is great to see her, but I can't help feeling strange too ( i haven't told her the wierd stuff from the plane - adn I know she won't be reading this anymore now that she's got the real thing - i.e. the lovely me, in the flesh. I don't want her to think I'm a loony. Its shaken me up - reminded me of all the blue women stuff that happened before and that I'd tried to forget). Anyway, like I said, it feels good to be with Toni, but I also don't really know what I'm doing here. I feel a bit lost - a bit shell shocked - like i ought to be somewhere else, but I don't know where. She seems to be so at home here - she's found out about all the local history and customs and the name of former kings and obscure stuff like that, and she keeps going on about it all. That, and dolls. Why is a grown woman so interested in dolls, I don't want to know.

Anyway, dear reader - bear with me, and don't forget me. It feels good writing in here - its like a link with my old self. Good old Jez. I even miss my boat, just a little...