Having only missed one day of posting in January, I have managed to lose not one but two days this month. The reason I entirely justifiable though, as I was traveling back to the United Kingdom for the first time since I relocated to Washington DC last August. Honestly, I only thought I missed one day of blogging and it was only when I checked into Word Press that I realized my last post was actually on Thursday. I guess Friday and Saturday felt that just the one really long day, as I didn’t do a huge amount of sleeping on the overnight flight.
I flew Icelandair for the first time and it was a pretty good experience. Even slumming it in standard class for the DC to Keflavik leg was pretty good. I could put my seat back enough and, being in a window seat, lodge my pillow against the wall and nod off. The only thing working against me sleeping more was my tooth which, fourteen years after having my root canal done, has chosen to flare up just before my weeklong trip back to Warrington.
The tooth is a pain in the arse, quite literally in the pain sense, but anatomically most definitely not in the arse. I was on pain meds for a week which seemed to be working but then had the first stage of dental work done on Thursday and have been in pain since the anesthetic wore off. I think I’m in more pain now that I was before the dentist went digging and drilling around in my tooth. As long as the Ibuprofen keep working enough for it not to ruin the trip, I’ll be happy.
Anyway, back to the trip, it’s been an eventful start to the week. Off the plane in Manchester, pretty much straight to my old haunt, Grappenhall Community Centre, to watch Arsenal fluke their way to three points against Aston Villa. Then another retracing of well-trodden steps at Warrington Town. With six goals in the first game I’d watched, it would have maybe been greedy to have wanted more, but a boring nil-nil suggested the players hadn’t got the memo that I was back in town for one game only!
Despite my best efforts of assisting the painkillers with a few libations, the tooth was doing it’s best to distract me from a good curry at Spicy Ginger (yes, another old haunt) and then back to the Community Centre for more merriment. It was good to see lots of old faces. A midnight walk back to my temporary abode and traversing Latchford Locks without peril and I was very happy to get to bed after thirty-six hours without a proper kip. I’m still smiling about forgetting that I’d skipped an extra day. I’ll try and catch up over the next few days. There’ll be plenty to write about for sure.
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