In the town on the first Thursday of the month we have a small market, my plan was to nip there for some vegetables. When I got there the stall was packed and when I could grab a peek there wasn't all that much I fancied, and some of the produce were things Dan can't eat (turnips etc.). So I picked up my v-pud and thought about what to do as I'd missed the train, and didn't want to hang around for 50 minutes for the next one. So I got the bus.
IT'S SO EXPENSIVE! The train is £2.10 return, a bus ticket was £5. FIVE POUNDS! But in the spirit of being more light and loose I went with it and headed off to Lytham.
|the view from the bus|
Hot and flustered I went to the prom for a sip of coconut water and a bit of a sit.
|I think I was drooping to one side by this point|
There were lots of people around, but it was wonderful to get a bit of peace. I had just enough time to find some daffodils before jumping back onto the bus, which was one of the new, very fancy ones.
When I got home I stared at my shopping and thought... hmmm chips for tea and I'll worry about what to make with that lot later. At least the daffodils played ball, displaying their beautiful orange centres when they opened up this morning, just the thing.
So on my date with my fantasy self I learned a lot, being out and about is good, as are supermarkets. As if more proof were needed, I'm just not the jaunty* type.
* although I was described as "quirky" by a customer this week.