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I am completely exhausted.
It's nine fifteen. That's really quite pathetic when you consider I got up at eleven.

Earlier, I went down to the shore. Seems silly to call it the beach, when everywhere is beach. You only have to dig down a couple of centimetres before you hit wet sand.
So, I went. Shed my shoes halfway there. Saw rabbits and squirels, climbed back over the dunes, and walked back home. Kinda thought I'd meet someone I knew, because that always happens on pretty sunny spring days when the world has ended up in Freshfield, but I didn't meet anyone. All the day trippers seem incapable of clearing up after themselves, as always. Why this is so, I don't know. They come, and pollute the place like walking incarnations of the Exxon Valdez, and never once does it occurr to them to think, "There's a bin two metres away, how 'bout I use it?"
And they leave behind such stupid stuff. Plastic bags that won't biodegrade in a million years, punctured inflatable toys kids have lost, old trainers and socks.

But apart from that, I enjoyed myself. Pleasant way to waste half an hour. Unfortunately the tide was out, understandably as it was mid-afternoon. The window's open and I can hear it coming back in now, very slowly, wave by wave, like a heartbeat. It's nice and peaceful but it doesn't help when I'm trying to stay awake.

Since I came back I've been reading Good Omens slash, for which I blame [livejournal.com profile] lilka and [livejournal.com profile] flickgc, and I watched M*A*S*H with my family in a state of domestic harmony.

So that was nice. And sad as it may seem, I think I may go to bed soon.

on 2003-03-23 01:34 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] scarlatti.livejournal.com
They come, and pollute the place like walking incarnations of the Exxon Valdez, and never once does it occurr to them to think, "There's a bin two metres away, how 'bout I use it?"

Hee! This made me laugh. :D (Not that fact that they're such idiots -- the way you encapsulated their idiocy.)

The window's open and I can hear it coming back in now, very slowly, wave by wave, like a heartbeat. It's nice and peaceful but it doesn't help when I'm trying to stay awake.

Ah, that sounds so peaceful... I wish I lived by the shore, too. :)

Goodnight, dear Raven!

on 2003-03-23 01:47 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] cucharita.livejournal.com
I went to the 'shore' [beach] today. But down at my end of the big stretch of it. With Ella//Louise//Adam//Milly the dog.
Barefootedness and paddling and sand running through toes ensued and it was much fun and we spent about... two hours walking from Ella's to the beach//on the beach//eating ice~cream//walking back to Ellas.
It was a lovely day.

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