I seem to lose the ability to spell when I type, not good. It's been a few days, but so much has been going on, I think I'm keeping up with all the work, I certianly am feeling a little more settled here, and managing the course better. This is a funny weekend, the other two girls are away, so I feel a bit on my own in the house, but then the landlady and her partner are there, minus her children, which makes things quieter. I have never met such rude and horrible children as they can be at times. Does that make me seem old? I don't think so, I think anyone would be horrified by thier behaviour. I don't listen in, often you just cannot help hearing and being woken up by yelling. I wonder if they were to find themselves somehow listening, whether that would make a difference? It's good to have two fellow students to compare notes with as it were, we are all dismayed often, and shocked, but mostly just sad that someone must feel so angry, and maybe unhappy to behave like that.
I have been busy today, a slow start this morning, leisurely breakfast, then lots of letters and postcards that I'm behind in sending out. They are not a chore though. I then braved the weather, pulled on my floral patterned wellies, and strode forth into the rain. It was brilliant! Everywhere saturated with mist, and I was soon covered in a light dusting of rain, but it was very refreshing. I went down to Castle Beach, and just wandered. The sea was tremendous, I only braved standing right at the edge. The rock pools were wonderful, and I waded through, startling a few fish which fled from my boots. Definitely a brisk and bracing walk!
After lunch I decided to be very diligent and go up to the library, but was thwarted by the rear view mirror in my car breaking off as I was halfway up the road. This was scary, I've driven without a wing mirror before, but I think it was legal, as long as you have two rear facing mirros (which I do) It ended up with me going up and down the road from where I'd left the car to the house, trying to find something that would stick it back down. Double sided tape, rubbish, pva glue, equally so. On my 3rd trip, I found as well that I'd locked my self out. Which was very embarrassing as no one else was then in, and I had to text my landlady. Weird thing is, I kind of knew it was going to happen as I was going in and out. The little thought had crept into my head 'what would you do if you left your keys inside?' And of course I found out. So now I have to figure out a way of getting back in and how to fix my mirror back. I made it to the library though, so something went right
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Other people's children can be vile. That's nothing to do with getting old, just with children not knowing how to behave. It's funny how you can do something silly and kind of know you're doing it. I know just what you mean. I often put something somewhere and think, "I won't remember where I put this." Then, of course, I remember thinking that, but not where I put whatever it is! I've no idea why I do it, but I do it all the time. (Actually, I think that IS to do with getting older....)
Oh dear, I am getting older, there's no hope that things will get better!
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