No Mans Land

I launched a website today. For about an hour I was in no mans land. Part of me thought that people would like it - and lots of me thought - "Oh my god - I'm exposing myself stupidly again and everyone will think I'm a total prat."
Since then 3 good friends have said nice things about my site.
I'm in some mans land now.

Alcohol
I've just been to the pub. When I went in I met a couple of people I felt quite uncomfortable with. A few hours/pints later we got on fine.

You asked for it

Honeysuckle and Veg Patch

I have a garden too

Caught in traffic
I was stuck in traffic near the downs. I noticed a girl in a public school uniform standing on a bit of grass near some trees snogging a boy. He was wearing the boys version of that type of clothing. After a bit too long I was awoken by a BEEEEEEEEP from the car behind. Looking up I realised that the traffic had moved on ahead of me. Looking in my rear view mirror I expected the usual mouthed expletives and angry gesticulations of the wronged driver. Instead the driver flashed me a knowing grin.

Breakfast
Sunny sunday morning went to cafe from breakfast with partner and friend. Saw dead cat on the way. Moral dilemma about what to do. Had to admit that left to my own devices I would have left it. After a bit of knocking on doors we decided to have breakfast and think about it.

The guy at the counter was grumpier than usual - he overcharged me and asked friend unnecessary questions. A bit later he got into an argument with a man who was smoking at the pinball machine because his wife was bringing their baby into the cafe. The man swore at him and he threatened to kick the man out. I thought it was a bit rough as its a cafe where people usually smoke. You can't just change the rules when you feel like it. I also really enjoyed his assertiveness and lack of fear.

On the way home the dead cat was gone.

About the weather

Decided to take the bus into town so I could have a drink while watching the match. Haven't had one for a while. On the way to the bus stop there was the most amazing thunderstorm. My trousers got soaked but my coat did its job.

Just before the bus stop I got a shooting pain in my foot. I think I pulled something. I was leaning against the shelter (you can't sit very comfortably) when I said something like "That was a bit of a surpirse," to the young woman next to me about the weather. She agreed then said
"I'm not coming back her tonight - not if its like this"
I nodded.
"I'm not coming back - I didn't get any sleep last night."
I wondered why she was telling me this. Each time the thunder struck she re-iterated that she was going to her mums and wasn't coming back tonight.
I didn't ask her any further questions.

Walking the dog

This morning I woke up yapping and jumping on this so I took myself for a walk. It was beautiful and sunny. I had my headphones and my dark glasses on so I felt safe. I took my headphones off to hear the birds by the cemetary. I noticed the doomed Chocolate Factory from a new angle - overgrown and poignant. I took this photo.















Then my phone ran out of battery.
I saw people on the cyclepath dressed shaggily and walking staggeringly. "What are they doing walking at 8am on a sunday?" I thought. Just after they passed I caught a whiff of booze which may have been my answer.

I saw a man on the graffitied bridge doing vigorous press-ups which made me both envious and tired. Some people walked their dogs. Sometimes we acknowledged each other with a nod or a grunt. Sometimes we didn't.

I strayed from the path and found myself somewhere unfamiliar within a mile of my home. I wasn't sure whether to go left or right. To intense pleasure I ended up walking through allotments - which I admired and envied. The viaduct looked majestic. I noticed a hanging with images of wildlife on it.

I was drawn to return via the main road. I wanted to see what was going on there at this time. I was looking for a sleazy twist to the tale. I found none. Only a woman walking a dog I thought I might once have known. We sort of smiled.

Unusually the papershop counter was staffed by both husband and wife. More often it's one or the other.

A man washed his car - his trousers below his buttocks showing his underwear in that way some people wear it nowadays.