In which I go to Sidmouth and share the experience with more old people than I would ideally like.

Ok, so my exciting two-parter on Tuesday didn't quite happen, but suffice it to say that as a result of my trip to the barbers, my hair is now shorter. Which is nice, particularly in a practical sense, since now it won't overheat.

So basically the rest of this week I have done a lot of stuff, despite the fact that I have not had a lot of stuff to do. On Wednesday I pottered about mostly, doing bits of drama writing and reading my book (the fantastic Yes Man by Danny Wallace; its a highly entertaining read - yes I know I' am a literature student and should read more challenging stuff, but I felt like a bit of a change. If it helps Tess of the D'Urbervilles is next but one on my reading list...)

Yesterday I took a random trip to Sidmouth. It was just a nice way of getting out somewhere a bit different and not being in the house to distract hard-working housemates. I realised as soon as I got to the bus station that it was going to be a day shared with lots of old people, and oh how old people will talk about anything and everything, a fact that is at first slightly endearing but after a while rather annoying. So I was pleased to get off the bus, to explore Sidmouth, although exploring was made rather harder for the fact that I left my glasses at home accidentally because I was wearing my sunglasses. From what I saw, Sidmouth was a really lovely place, by which I mean it created a series of very attractive blurry shapes. I sat and read, mostly although I went on a little walk up the cliffs, which was very nice indeed.
Then on the way back I once again was privileged to be subjected to endless chatter from old people about feet, gardening and grandchildren. Oh by the way, another interesting thing about old people is that they categorize people by how much they pay on the bus. Thus, when remarking on her fellow passengers, a lady behind me said 'there's only a couple of full fares on the bus. That boy in front is. Shouldn't he be in school anyway'. I mean, honestly, do I look 16? Don't answer that, for pity's sake.

The weather is rather stunning at the moment, in case you hadn't noticed. It has almost rendered the weather forecast entirely useless, since every time it comes on the weather bloke just waves his arms around an entirely cloudless picture of Britian.