Advertisement
Published: December 3rd 2018
Edit Blog Post
2nd December
I wake up about 6.30 just as the sun is starting to rise. I pop to the loo, open the van doors and climb back under the duvet for another hour or so. I could get used to waking up to the rising Sun, the morning chorus and the sound of the water lapping on the waterfront.
It is going to be SOOO hard when I have to go back to work.
Eventually, my stomach tells me it us time for breakfast, so I make tea and toast and generally watch the world go by for another hour or so. I also had a stab at another painting; still not fit for public display I afraid.
Time to make a decision, stay or go, given that it is almost 10 and I have to leave at 10. The only sensible decision is to walk to the office in my PJs and book another night , I rather like having the place to myself. Showered and dressed by 11. I hand washed a few things and hang them out and decide on a walk, but first more tea and cheeses and crackers. Typical, just as I come out of the kitchen it starts to rain, I rescue my almost dry washing from the line.
I put up my secret weapon, an elastic washing line, which cost a whole £2.99 from Go Outdoors. I hung my washing under a shelter away from the rain.
The sun emerges as suddenly as the rain, so I take my chance and walk into town. I have a look in a gallery, there is so much lovely stuff, but I stay firm, I have already bought myself a print to take back. My only reason to buy now is as presents for people. I have loads of girly type pressies but nothing for the boys. I think it might have to socks for the boys. No socks here, so leave empty handed.
I carry on walking towards the wharf and have a look around the little museum. I then find coffee, feeling peckish I also have a steak pie and chips. There is a community library in the shop where you can swap books. I have finished my book last night and ask if I can take one and bring my book in. No worries, just take one don’t worry about bringing another back. I have a rummage whilst waiti g for my order and select Stay Alive by Simon Kernick.
I sit outside and watch bickering sparrows and squabbling seagulls while I eat my pie and chips. The a sea gull lands on the table and gives me the beady eye. I think he will not be brave enough to pinch a chip, how wrong I was. The chap on the table thought it was hilarious and managed to film it pinching my chip. Cheeky git, the gull that is, not the man.
I settle in to read my book the couple next door now have there order, after a few minutes I heard her say “we best get some bread or we won't be having breakfast in the morning.’ I kid you not less than 30 seconds later he said exactly the same thing. I burst out laughing and told him that she had just said that. His wife was in hysterics too, going on about that he never listens.
I head back to the site, via the garage as I had run out of milk. I gather up my washing, almost everything is dry, so I turn my table upside down and warp the elastic washing line around the legs and hang out the socks that are still a little bit damp, the towels I thread through the handles on the van.
Time for more tea, my feet are quite swollen so lie down on my coat and put my feet up on the chair, and promptly fell asleep. I woke up about 4.30 when I as no longer in the shade and climbed in the van and snoozed until 8.30.
Which is why at 8.45pm I was sitting in the dark with tea and cereal for supper, so I could take my insulin. I made my bed up in the dark, thought briefly about sleeping with doors open, but change my mind.
Advertisement
Tot: 0.262s; Tpl: 0.011s; cc: 10; qc: 51; dbt: 0.1769s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb