Yes, it’s another over coffee entry, though I can at least say I’m neither at the local nor having the usual fix. I know right? Shock horror, a complete and total change to normal settings. I hope the somewhat queasy sensation at the change will pass soon though.
After what feels like years of dark, dismally sad and major depressing uniform grey skies, and associated cold temperatures, and an almost constant feeling and smell of damp everywhere, I awoke this morning to a rather unusual situation. There was light outside, light of an actual proper bright variety. What is this, I pondered, as I blinked against the glare experienced when I opened the Venetian blind that protects my modesty from prying eyes of nosey neighbours after dark.
SUN?! OH MY GOD, you do exist in the UK afterall. Been so long I’d forgotten you made occasional visits.
I was so amazed by this sudden change of circumstances, I actually left the dry warmth of the bed before 11am, and went outdoors by choice, not work / food requirement and took a long walk along the seafront. I wasn’t alone, and yes as usual there were far too many dogs – one is too many for me – but it was lovely. Dry. Warm. Bright. I even took out the camera and snapped away, inspired for once. Things just look better in proper sunlight, don’t they? (I shall upload some pics later to my Flickr account if you fancy taking a look!)
So inspired by the day I may even try my hand at some creative writing later, once I’ve had a major spring clean of the studio. I know, it’s not spring by any sense of the season, but I need to complete the Bluray player set up and have been a little lazy on the cleaning front the last couple weeks. Yes, I know. Terrible really, but when you get home and it’s dark, you’re wet, frozen and had a(nother) shitty day, cleaning house doesn’t leap up the to do list. Drinking vodka and sulking does. Obviously.
There was one disappointment though. I figured as I’d walked all the way to the Pier, I’d pop in to the South African store and treat myself to some Iced Zoo biscuits, and a Milobar or two…I started craving these as soon as the idea hit. Needless to say I was somewhat super pissed to find it’s closed. Not only closed, but gone without trace.
So to pick up the mood again I popped into the first Starbucks I could find, a former local, and treated myself to a seasonal favourite: The Vanilla Spiced Latte. I’m not sure what the spice is, but I do know as a slight variation from the usual fix, this is a goodie indeed.
I will now have to settle for some local snacks, but they won’t be quite as good as those I’d set my mind on. What are the odds though on a store selling (overpriced) South African products on an English seaside town’s Pier would go bust…