Last Sunday the friends with whom I had breakfast swarmed off the sales, very excited about 70% reductions, in search of some complex kitchen gadget.
I on the other hand went to Weston-Super-Mare. On the train. Poor old weston is one of the saddest towns you can imagine, but the seafront is great. There's a big wheel, a pier, and donkey rides. I had an ice-cream, went for a walk, took photos, chatted to a couple of random people, looked at boats, paddled, and walked quite a long way. I went home feeling like I'd really had a break, and all for less than a tenner. I just can't imagine why anyone would prefer a stifling shop on a sunny sunday. The beach is better for so many reasons, besides being cheaper:
- You feel justified in eating bad stuff, like candy floss, cos you're getting exercise.
- Other people's dogs are cute and amusing, like other people's children.
- Walking on sand does wonders for your feet, saving you the cost of one of those weird fish-pedicures.
- No-one you know will see you doing bad-taste stuff, they're all at the sales.