I'll be your wing mirror...

Well, lets be honest, the car boot sale was a bust. First we went to one in Chichester and it was over, so not to be discouraged, we went to another one in Arundel. This one was also over. It was all a bit confusing really, because according to carbootjunction.com, they both occur every thursday and every saturday. Still, apparently not so that's fine.

I wasnt having the best morning of my life so far as it was, because sadly I had been caught by Craig Johnston singing Adam Rickett songs to the woman on reception at the doctors surgery. It's long story, and it ends with the simple fact that the NHS is terrible and not worth it. If my life was a film, Craig Johnston would have said 'haha, you're fun, fancy a cup of coffee?' and if my life was a film I would probably fancy Craig Johnston, so I would have said 'yeah that sounds good' and off we would go. Of course if my life was a film, I wouldnt have been singing Adam Rickett songs to the woman on reception at the doctors surgery, I would have been singing something sexy and seductive at some crap kareoke bar after too much tequila. A girl can dream...

Anyway back to the 'Interesting Ways' element of my ramblings. After our failed advancement into the world of the second hand, Ray and I went into Arundel proper, meaning to have a look around the castle except when we got there we realised it was going to cost £17 which is absurd. We're going to go back on the day when Arundel Castle, check this out, turns into a Medieval haven of... JOUSTING! Jousting ladies and gentlemen. Have you seen A Knight's Tale? It's going to be amazing!

But jousting is another day's activity. Back to today. Today, after discovering that history is a rip-off, we wandered around a craft fair, quite inexplicably. Lots of terrifying dolls and hand-made soap and little china bells that say 'Arundel' on them. Neither of us bought anything and the smell made me feel more than a bit off, so we left and walked down the river for a little while. We met a lady who thought her dog had drowned, and we said 'your dog has not drowned, lady, it is right behind us' and lo! there behind us was the lady's dog, so that was a good moment.

After a refreshing cup of tea (which didnt make Ray too hot) and some cake at the Riverside Cafe, where we watched a boat tour break down and some men shout at each other, we went on a boat ourselves. Our boat didnt have a motor. Our boat was called Gracie, and for £3 for half an hour, all three of us bobbed around Swanbourne lake looking at the ducks and things. I say 'bobbed', but actually I rowed. I am a surprisingly good rower and I do enjoy the things I'm good at! Ray isnt such a good rower, but she did have a little go. We saw some terrifying birds, and a lost baby moorhen, and a swan or two, and a bag, and a lot of small French children who seemed to have a magnetic attraction to poor Gracie. The small French children were being chaperoned by an enormous French man, who kept shouting out across the lake at them. I usually let the funky music do the talking, and our half hour was up anyway so we clambered out of the water and gave Gracie back to the man.

Tonight we watched the second Princess Diaries film, A Cinderella Story and Runaway Bride. Tomorrow Ray graduates, and I have to go to work.

Peace out.