Dew Drops

Delicious little sweets, and I've just eaten a whole bag of them, now feel slightly sick. Again, I've spent money when I didn't mean to, and didn't want to. Having just spent £200 on a new cooker for my house, I really cannot buy anything else for a good while. time to be putting more stuff up for sale on ebay, another wardrobe clear out perhaps: what can I really do without?
This evening though more money will be spent, as I'm going to Falmouth for late night shopping. It will just have to be window shopping I expect, dreams and ambitions through glass. So many things I see I want, but I know I cannot have them. I wondered a while ago about the sacrifice of material things for learning. Which is what I have done coming here. Giving up possessions though is hard, I want things! New clothes, books, ornaments, good food. I'm becoming a little urchin, wandering the streets in my increasingly ragged clothes and boots with holes in, peering through windows. Not quite at the point of pressing my nose against the glass, or selling matches in the street, but it could easily go that way.
I'm not quite sure how I moved from small sugar coated jelly sweets to urchins, but that's how it goes sometimes. Random thoughts. Suddenly, everything is random. It's a word I rarely heard until I moved to Cornwall, and now I hear it several times a day, I hear myself saying it. Sometimes a word just catches your ear, and you hear it then everywhere. Sometimes it's visual, something is always in your eye. Definitely rambling now. Time to face the bus, and enjoy the glittering Christmas windows of Falmouth.