Today the ladyfriend and I are in Eastbourne. It feels like we have not been here for ages. Bridget Jones (the single man upstairs) has been playing some nice music, we have just had a nice cup of rosie and Eastbourne is gradually begun to stir.
The sky outside is as bruised as a pensioner slipped on an icy pavement who just HAD to pop to the shop for the latest copy of "Puzzler". I am expecting a brooding tide today, gusty wind and an excellent wine for dinner.
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