The wheels on the bus

Of all the wheels my wagon is losing the one that causes me most distress is the (metaphorical) steering wheel by means of which I used to amble off to places on my own. I give thanks though sore and stiff this morning, I also suffered from great claustrophobia and wanderlust because the need has to be pretty damn great to overcome the obstacles and inertia..

I figured I could get to the bus stop, but there's not a lot of choice of buses you can get from there and I really wanted, if not adventure, at least more novelty than the same old routes and destinations. I give thanks for perusing maps and timetables (always fun!) and finally deciding the best I could come up with was a cup of tea at a slightly different seaside and possibly buy a new lampshade for my newly sprayed lamp base on the way home...

I give thanks for resolving to make the best of it, to try and get a sense of being away from it all a few hours of this unpromising material...and I give thanks for succeeding too!

I give thanks for tea and a pastry outside a strangely (but very pleasantly!) deserted cafe, for an equally unusually almost deserted beach backed with sparkling sea, for a brook swimming with fish of various sizes and a man taking a snake for a walk...round his neck, not on a lead ! After that I was quite worn out, so I give thanks for a long rest watching the end of the second men's semifinal in front of a big screen in a small park with handy shops, loos etc and patches of sun and shade.

I give thanks the match ended when it did as walkabout cramps were setting in and I didn't want to jump up shouting four letter words which is what I do at home. Instead I bought an ice cream plus aforementioned lampshade and made it to the bus stop at just the same time as a bus back. I give thanks for making it to the sofa before I fell fast asleep! All I need to do now is to find a way off it and into the kitchen to get some food... I may be some time...