The rest of today

I've just been back on the family history again, so I must be in that sort of mood. Of course I'm collecting completely useless data, I know that, but I want to collect it anyway. It keeps the mind occupied.
I'm going to have a quiet night indoors, with or without a film or a book. I don't know yet.

Just now

I thought I'd go for a walk I the lovely weather and a fag, so I took myself along the high street. After noseying round a charity shop I went into the hamburger joint for some of their very salty, skinny chips. The place was packed with some of the most slovenly individuals it's possible to imagine. Their behavior was just as grotty as their appearance. The idiot in front of me was horrible to the girl on the till because she hadn't any large change. He demanded to see the manager and then picked an argument with her. I was dismayed when the manager interrupted the girl, who was still busy serving, and asked her why she hadn't offered to go to the bank for the 'gentleman'. Gentleman indeed? My arse. I'm never going in there again, if that's how they treat their staff.

The weather

It was already starting to feel warm at six this morning, and has got warmer as the day rolls on. It's perfect weather for me with blue shies and a cool breeze. I love the breeze. That's one of the nice things about living on the coast. I've heard that the temperatures are set to soar over the next few days. Gulp. It's much better than in London, where it stays hot both day and night.

Moods

I couldn't settle down yesterday evening. I suppose I was waiting for upstairs to start up, so couldn't relax properly. While thinking about my Sunday night, I started to feel really sad too. I don't know why, but I've been bombarded with miserable thoughts ever since. My sleep was miserable too, and I woke up a few times before getting up at six this morning. Is my brain in self-destruct mode again, again?

Sunday night

I haven't stopped thinking about Sunday night. It was such a lovely surprise to see my people there, and it made my weekend. I don't at all enjoy my Sunday night booking, but it was nice to know that I wasn't all alone there.

A tranquil location

At ten to six yesterday evening the neighbours treated me to extremely loud rap and reggae (these should be renamed crap and vomit), together with all the concomitant shrieking and shouting. I set my camera running in video mode, but could hardly hear it in the recording. If that happens again I'll go to the window and record it. Mercifully the appalling din only went on for about ten minutes, when they switched it off and shut their window. I think they were just taking the piss.

The rest of yesterday

I had a brainwave when I got to the supermarket, and bought one of the bacon hocks that I enjoyed last time I had it. It went down a treat with the lovely local vegetables I'd bought at the village fete last Saturday. I didn't fancy watching anything so I read what Walford had to say about the Old Kent Road, and spent the rest of the evening looking at the plants on the balcony. I turned it at ten, exhausted after waking up at five that morning.