They say that wisdom comes with old age.
I had to go down to the village today. Now I don’t know what happened in my befuddled confused brain but I had the ridiculous notion that the village may be somewhat approaching normality. Crazy, isn’t it? I don’t know where I got that deluded idea from, but anyway I went down with a light heart.
Fucking chaos! Mayhem! Crowds of people thronging the footpaths and the road itself. What seemed like hundreds of horrible little girls all wearing their pink fairy princess frocks and queuing to be photographed in front of the main building [Town Hall? Castle? Do I give a shit?]. It also seemed to be a day-trip from some obesity clinic – Bellies and arses swinging all over the place. Of course I got into a bad mood and kept stepping in front of people taking photographs. I could hear them cursing as they had to take another shot behind me. Heh! There will probably be dozens of photographs of me on Farcebook now but I don’t care. I never look at Farcebook anyway.
Naturally parking was chaotic. I took my usual spot which involved ploughing through some of their fucking traffic cones. Sod them.
I got what I went for and hoofed it back as quickly as possible.
I’m home now and very sadly the wiser.
And the coffee shop is still closed.