I must apologise for the severe lack of blogging which has taken place at this blog over the past few weeks. I confess that I have never liked the month of January, since childhood having found it the most depressing month of the year, and these days my January is a complete and utter write-off by virtue of the fact that I am obliged to spend it in Wantage.
I could write at great and tedious length about how much I hate the town of Wantage. If you saw it yourself, you might not think there was anything particularly objectionable about it, but if I add it up now I have spent no fewer than 14 weeks in this place over the course of the past few years, and it has begun to become wearing. The attractions of Wantage are severely limited, the highlight being a small branch of Waitrose which stocks an extensive selection of approximately six different sandwiches. Compare this to the even smaller branch of Boots, which stocks approximately three different sandwiches, and you have covered the entire lunchtime eating possibilities of the town in one fell swoop. That is to say, there is also an independent sandwich shop where in days gone by I confess that I have made the occasional purchase, but a colleague subsequently pointed out some of their rather unhygienic food practices to me, and after that I began to view it more as a health hazard than a nutritional opportunity. Apart from the afore-mentioned shops, the town boasts a small newsagents which admittedly sells Wispas, a statue of Alfred the Cake, and the only hotel I have encountered in my entire life that I would refuse to stay in ever again. Impressive. (more…)
I would add that I am also rather impressed with myself that so far I have managed not to fall over in this particular snow, but they say that pride comes before a fall and so perhaps I’d better not! (more…)
