Pressure on ACW, me I’m not bothered, never an issue for me. All kicks off on the Whatsapp tonight! Me I just sit back and laugh!
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Start of a new year.
New Music:
Poke in the eye day. Travel with Carol to work and continue on to the delightful Leigh. Arrive too early for the Costa to be open so repair unto McDead thing, mainly because I need the loo. Breakfast and coffee before I head up to to the Walk-In. Wander up the Avenue, arrive there at about 07:45. Hang around 15 minutes waiting on coffee. Then head into the Walk-In. Way too early when I sign in.
Wait around 45 minutes before I get called in to get the poke in the eye. It goes ok.
Walk down to Leigh and light is a vague issue but not enough to break out the shades. Coffee and then head to the bus/
Stop off at Asda in Goldborne looking for fence preserver. Not there so might need a trip out in the morning before I get on with slapping it on tomorrow (weather permitting).
Day at leisure… aka Scarborough day. Usual morning routine, wake early, grumble about breakfast time and then ablute. Brew, breakfast and we plan the day ahead. At least the day is sunny!
So we wander down the hill and cross the bridge with me snapping away with the cameras (much discussion with C as to why I need two cameras with me!) We inspect the Grand Hotel from the outside, a classic piece of overblown Victorian architecture! BY it though we discover whet Brian our driver described as a ‘Vernacular Railway’ (cheap amusement to us), which describes itself as a Victorian Tramway (apparently completed in 1881 I discover via the wonders of Wikipedia). It’s a charming funicular railway so we hop on board to get down to the beach.
While the day is sunny it’s also breezy so we get blown along the front and beech! It’s a pleasant and gentle walk that we just take our time with. Eventually we stop at Richard III house for a brew. Turns out old Dicky stopped here while on naval business. Well everybody loves a sailor and all that malarkey! Coffee is welcome and the service is fab at the cafe. Recommend it.
Wander down the front and it’s time for the compulsory visit to the puggies. £1 each in 2ps to lose on the tipping point machines, I reach that moment when you are just hoping to lose because there are too many 2p coins in your pot and you don’t want to lug them around for the day! Luckily the odds are with the arcade and my gambling is fully unsuccesful!
As we wander along we encounter a kitsch 50s style ice cream parlour offering low sugar ice cream Mr Whippy stylee. We stop them and buy one each, it’s a freezing day and we eat ice cream! Eventually arrive at the vernacular and up we go and into town. Wander round the shops, C getting stressed about food and we eventually locate a Weatherspoons. As I sort the food C hits the paracetamol and gets into discussion comparing the meds, relative illnesses and hidden disabilities with the old girl with the purple hair sat next to us. It’s a cool convo. Lunch is standard ‘spoons fare, and neither bad nor good! Scarborough Stout and Jorvik taken on board.
Carry on wandering the shops ‘til about 3. It’s not exactly a dynamic shopping experience. Then repair to the hotel and chill. Partake of the free booze and eat. General concensus is a good day because we were in control.
New day, same shit.
