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hi.just thought I'd say hi and hope your day was as good as it could be.thinking of you a bit but not too much...MMA

7degreeC's.

I'm earning fuck all money and living an existence that quite frankly barely counts as existence at all. I exist in that I am just a somebody who works in an office, for fuck all money, goes food shopping, fills the car up, irons shirts and cooks dinner. Fuck my life, has my life become what I have tried so hard to avoid? Predictable and boring? Oh it's Wednesday again so my car and fridge are both empty, thus I must shop again. Oh its the day after Monday and the day before Wednesday so I must iron some more shirts, no wait I forgot to wash them, shit. Worth mentioning that I look fucking good in a shirt though. Creased from bone idleness or not. (Just read this back...I'm such a moany bastard)

Who am I kidding, I swam in this lake last weekend

Yes that is frost in the foreground.

I guess that is a pretty cool (literally) thing to do. It was certainly different and far from predictable and boring. In fact it was liberating, swimming in 7degreeC water makes you feel very alive.

Last night I also went for a very random walk and got some cool shots.

God is watching you.

 This cathedral really is very impressive, so too is it's security system.

Reach.

 This tree puts on a good spread. I love a good tree I do.

Lincoln Cathedral

 Straight out of a Lonely Planet

Lincoln Windmill

This windmill was on a terrace of houses, for real. I was walking down a street of boring houses, then all of a sudden the houses surrender to this monstrous windmill standing tall, dwarfing everything around it, Lincoln obscurity strikes again.

I guess we all have to be boring now and again, otherwise the extraordinary moments would be nothing more than an extension of the mundane, and nothing would ever be special again. The boring days make the better days, well, better.

Like visiting Marwell zoo with this crazy coconut...

Who doesn't love to mount a Hippo?

A special day, just like swimming in 7degreesC. Special days make you feel alive, very alive, and very happy to be alive. So I guess yet again I have entered a blog with some negativity, blogged about it and found some positivity. 

For every boring mundane moment, there are twice fold special, 7degreeC moments.

What is your next 7degreeC moment going to be?

Step One.

Step one in the official guide to being Jack Wetherbee is: 

Write everything down. 

Because in the real world, with no one else around to watch your back, you have to think of everything, cover all bases, and generally get shit done yourself. No questions. I am learning this the hard way.
So for all of you out there who have yet to become FULLY independent and will be embarking on such a journey in the future, my first step in doing so successfully is write everything down, take notes, write lists, reminders, reminders to shop, wash, and, if you are are Jack Wetherbee...notes and reminders to think, and think again.

For one cannot think too much, when one is playing the world single handedly. 

The Long Walk, Windsor, Uk

Bike.

Holy shit I know what I'll be dreaming about tonight!

WOW.

http://vimeo.com/orpheusprod

The House.

Well I'm in and paying rent in a house in Lincoln. It's not my own house, I'm sharing with a man called Keith at Bendigo Place, no no not Bendigo in Australia, Bendigo of lonesome Lincoln. 

Bendigo of Oz would be way cooler

Keith is cool. He is big, friendly and helpful and keeps himself to himself, playing with his miniature modern railways and listening to the Archers. For someone so large he never seems to cook and the house is always very tidy, which is brilliant but kind of puts more pressure on me to keep it looking clean and tidy! He's also got a massive T.V, 3D might I add, which has never struck me as much of a big deal, until a frog jumped into my lap from the depths of the t.v screen whilst listening to the dulcet tones of David Attenborough. I couldn't believe it! This scene of frogs hopping around and almost out of the screen at you was truly amazing, all in full HD as well, mind blown! I feel like I'm treading on egg shells a lot though, making sure things are left as they are found, the shelves in the fridge have enough space, the kettle is the right way around, and my music isn't too loud. Do I keep my door open to be social? Well at least I offer him cups of tea which is something, and after all I'm paying to be here. 

Lincoln Common across the road

Anyway, So I'm 10mins by bike from the nice part of Lincoln, the common, and the side full of students and only 20mins by car to work, so everything is pretty peachy. Though I must say trying to live off a wage that is less that 'living wage' is pretty much impossible for anyone who likes to pursue, well, a life. If I had no hobbies, illegally downloaded music and films and dived supermarket bins for food and stole clothes from the homeless then perhaps just maybe I might be ok. Alas, I like to go to the cinema, and go swimming, and go the gym, and all sorts of other stuff which sadly involves money and that means that living off less than basic living wage is depressingly close to a loss per month...

...Oh silly me for wanting to earn my money the honest way, I should have just joined the growing number of freeloaders in this society expecting something for nothing, claiming benefits left right and centre and playing the system. Dirty, just dirty. Saying that I'm entitled to housing benefits? or is that only if I buy? I have no idea.

Ha, I've just run down stairs to check my new shirt hasn't been put in the tumble drier as it cost ££, and Keith the BK HERO has hung it up to dry separately. Awesome. Things look to be ok here, the shower is cold but that is getting fixed soon, other than that it's all gravy.

Now to meet some new people...

Did I mention how fucking awesome Lincolns Cathedral is?

The Move

So I'm moving to Lincoln tomorrow for three months to work with Frontier Agriculture in the Logistics department. It's safe to say this scares me. I've been working for them for 4 years now, driving around, sampling grain, filling in a few bags and recording data in the form of mileage, farms sampled etc, yet this move to Lincoln is going to be a whole different kettle of fish. For starters my desk is no longer my van, and the office will no longer be the countryside. I'm a desk jockey. Sat at a desk, head down in front of a computer screen, headset on looking important and making very serious phone calls. But do I get my own pencils complete with embossed name? Maybe not just yet.

'Frontier Jack speaking'

I have no idea what to expect, and like I said this scares me, but at the same time it is kind of excites me. Of course one is assuming Frontier still want me, I actually crashed my company van last night but that's a story for another time, perhaps after the courts have decided my fate. I'm sure  everyone will be very friendly and helpful...and soon make it very clear how they take their tea or coffee.

Then there is Lincoln itself, now I'm not the kind of person that likes to drink alcohol, the prospect of 'getting pissed' every weekend repulses me, I'd much rather ride a bike and reward my body, not punish it. Yet Lincoln is really rather flat, and is perhaps the worst place to live if you like nothing better than finishing work and going for a blast around the woods on your bike. Answer? Buy a road bike...or drink. I'm sure I'm just being a cynical bastard, Lincoln in it's monumental flatness will undoubtedly present a different beauty to Hereford, and with that, different pursuits. Who knows I may end up with a kayak.

Finally I'm sorry to everyone who didn't already know and indeed I havn't been able to catch up with. I've not really seen much of, well, anyone recently. My head has been down working every hour under the sun in a vain attempt to drag myself out of my cavernous, infinitely growing overdraft. Well you must be out of your overdraft if you've been working so hard, wrong. I'm being stung by insurance, travel, and now...rent! 

Any way I need to go. I start work Tuesday 6th, I still need to pack, oh yeah and I still need to find a place to live. See you at the flat warming?