… efforts over the last few weeks to maintain a positive point of view, I seem to have slipped into the abyss again.

And not just by a bit either.

Just by way of a change, it was 04:43 when I awoke this morning. So our old sleeping habits are now properly back aren’t they? That didn’t take long.

Plenty of time for me to go off on my travels though. To visit my neice and her family who were now living in Millstone Lane in Nantwich near Crewe Road end. And everyone was there, and that didn’t suit me at all and I spent most of my time trying to avoid everyone.
A little later, there was some African-American guy rather similar to Bill Cosby who had been a professional baseball umpire but had fallen on hard times. Now stranded in North Wales he was trying to find some kind of work to keep his head above water, but there was very little doing, going from place-to-place doing odd jobs. IN the end, he managed to find a parcels delivery job going down to the south so he took it, but it all went wrong, ending up in Court being accused of stealing pyjamas to the value of £54:00 and how he had abandoned his good name and his reputation.
Later still I was a passenger on a coach that was somewhere in Paris but no-one had a clue where because there was a thick pervasive fog and no-one could see where we were. There was a guide next to the driver who was giving the directions, and we could see the lights of the coach reflected off some kind of reflective strip in the road setting out the route. Eventually we turned up outside some kind of hotel where we assembled and where we could take luggage labels from a lamp post. Our own coach piled on board and there I met my mother, who was actually this old French woman who I had met on The Good Ship Ve … errr … Ocean Endeavour. We amm piled on board, and I had Strawberry Moose with me, which made things difficult and he was getting in the way of everyone. The guide started to talk about a place called Vercingetorix’s Bay which was a place on the Seine. As the coach pulled forward, we suddenly saw a magnificent vista ahead of us, of the river between the cliffs and a big meander, and I regretted that I hadn’t gone down the road for a walk to see. But the coach stopped so that we could all go out to see. It was then that I suddenly remembered that our coach trip was taking up down the Seine, through the mountains, and then along the Danube valley.

Nevertheless, I was up and about before the final alarm went off and organising myself for the morning.

There was a shower too and, much to my own surprise, an unexpected haircut. I took one look at it and that was what made me decide.

As I mentioned yesterday, it was shopping today. And I didn’t buy anything special at all even though I spent a lot of money. Stocks were getting rather low.

NOZ was quite exciting though.

All of the nonsense about this Brexit garbage is rebounding and the biters are being bit. Here in Noz is a big tray of British souvenir garbage, like “St George’s Autograph Book” (doubtless with St Jude’s phone number just in case) and other assorted stuff.

No prize on it, which means in NOZ that you take it down to the till and “debate and discuss”.

Returning back here through the hordes of caravanettes and the lorry that blocked the street to unload, I bumped into a neighbour. We had a little chat but I warned her to keep a little distance.

She doesn’t want what I’ve got.

Back here, I didn’t have the strength to unpack and in fact sat in a cataleptic daze for a while trying to recover. I shouldn’t really have gone out in my condition but I have to have something on hand to eat.

And that reminds me, I prepared far too many sandwiches for lunch given my current situation.

But nevertheless I took them outside to sit on the wall – right into a rainstorm. First for a while, that is.

I made it as far as the sea wall to see what was going on, and noticed that Normandy Trader was down there tied up at her berth, and they were actually working on her as if they were loading her up ready for sail.

Loads of those savarins around, the kind in which they bring the sacks of shellfish over.

There was some kind of sports boat heading into the harbour too.

She’s not one that I’ve noticed before, so I’ll probably have another wander around down there sometime in the near future to see what it is.

That was enough for me. The rain drove ma back in where I disturbed the neighbours on the door whom I had disturbed as I went out.

Today’s work was starting on the text-searchable database for October 2018 and I didn’t really accomplish anything like as much as I was expecting.

I’ve had a little enthusiasm this last couple of days. But for some reason I’ve slipped into the abyss again, and quite a way in too and I’m not sure why.

At least I can recognise the signs, which is always something.

And so instead I went for my afternoon walk around the walls in the beautiful weather, because the rain had stopped and the sun was back out.

There were some nice views across to Donville-les-Bains today which cheered me up a little (but not much).

And I had a chat with the builder doing that house on the rue du Nord – although he didn’t have too much to say for himself.

And so I carried on with my perambulations around the walls, and was able to have a good look at the beach at the Plat Gousset.

Not many people out there enjoying the sunshine today, which is hardly a surprise. A brief glance at the sky in the distance will tell you why.

Having been caught up in hordes of schoolkids this morning, instead this afternoon I was caught up by a woman pushing her dog around in a pushchair.

And had I not had the sun in my eyes, I would have treated you to a photo.

With having had a larger-than-expected lunch, I had no tea tonight. Just a banana and one of my birthday chocolates from Jenny.

And then out for a walk in the dark. Picking my way through the caravanettes parked everywhere all over the place.

In the wind and cold too because I reckon that lunchtime’s storm front has brought in some different weather.

But now it’s bed-time.

Let’s hope I’m feeling more like it tomorrow.

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