… but my home is my home and I didn’t realise just how comfortable I am here.
I had a little something of a late night last night and what with having switched off the alarms it was 11:10 when I surfaced this morning. And ask me if I care?
But I was out and about on my travels last night. I was living in a room in a large house in Margate with some other people and I was offered the chance to have one of two self-contained units in a converted shop right on the sea front at Cliffsend, with 220 metres of private beach. Even though residential permission was not yet accorded, I slung my hook and slunk off there and installed myself. Getting to my private beach wasn’t easy but it was my private beach all the same.
A friend then telephoned to tell me that the company that made the shingles for the roof hand just gone into liquidation and we would not be likely to be able to obtain any more, but it seemed that the owners had anticipated something like this for there as a huge pile of shingles at the back of one of the rooms so we were assured for every eventuality.
So when I finally did raise myself from the dead I had breakfast and caught up with a huge load of things that had been building up on the laptop, seeing as how I’d been without internet access for a week – this blog being one of them.
Huge reams of photos to upload too – about 400 from over the last 7 days, and many of them needed editing too.
I didn manage to go outside – in fact I nipped into Pionsat for some bread and one or two other little things.
But that’s about all really. I’m never at my best the first day or two back home as you know. I’ll have another lie in tomorrow and see hw I feel after that.
