I'm trying to look on the positive side of having my bike vandalised. Today I went into town (took the 10 to Clifford Street/High Ousegate/Bridge St and then walked past the castle to the other bridge and down) to unlock the poor thing from next to the river where we'd driven it to, and carried it into the Bike Rescue Project place (asking directions from a couple of Council workers and and older guy who seemed to be going the right way).
There was a bit of faff (someone from one of the student newspapers was looking around) but the mechanic agreed with Ben's assessment - with the addition of 'You aren't cycling out of here with bike pads like that!' - and so they're going to do the fixing on Thursday so I can pick it up at some point after that. Yay! And not for too much money, either.
The more proof that I'm better better: with that weight off of my mind, I could enjoy walking leisurely along the river and then across the bridge. Then I spent the rest of the day* in town, pretty much. I spent money, but I now have warm boots that aren't reserved for larping. They also have no ankle support whatsoever, but they're pretty, and mean that I'm not going to get the freezing cold calves of 'my skirt comes down to my knees, my books cover my ankles, and tights just make the skin not exposed'. There was a sale in a shoe-shop in Coppergate. I am weak.
I also organised how getting my watch fixed needs to happen, and went into an estate agents. There was a house came on the market today
, recently renovated, for relatively-cheap on Lamel Street. favouredenemy
, what's that area like for living in? This would be a lot closer to the co-op than you are, but still.
Grr, I still need to organise food for tonight. I meant to shop on the way back, but it was rainy and miserable so I didn't, despite the day-bus-pass which I got just in case of flailing with buses this morning.
* I left home at half twelve.