Yesterday evening was not so great.
After my bath yesterday I sat for some time relaxing in the armchair of my bay window watching the sun go down, completely blissed out.
The only thing interrupting the sound of the waves was an occasional rumble from my stomach. I hadn’t eaten anything since midday – and was beginning to feel hungry.
The hotel served chips. Lots of chips. With chips. Or you could have a side order of chips. Fried. DEEP Fried.
In the room I had tea and coffee and biscuits.
This serving had 3 digestives. I decided to check the slimming world app. The news was not good. If I decided to make my evening meal these three wafers of evil it would cost me up to 12 syns.
It was the right thing to do and initially as I walked along the promenade I was incredibly glad I’d ventured out.
Since I was last here a huge storm had destroyed a lot of the seafront and it had been regenerated in style. A folk music recital was playing in the new communal ‘bandstand’ by the beach and I stopped to take a look.
The whole spectacle just made me feel at home.
I carried on to the shop after a while – stopping to look at the changes to the town I once knew on the way. A big old pub was now a huge coffee shop. That’s progress!
I turned to see the source of a voice. A group of drunks. Wonderful. I carried on walking.
‘Wow he’s massive!’ I heard one of them slur.
I walked over the road and into Tescos. They remained sat nearby.
I picked up my food. I was shaken (plus a little threatened if I’m honest) and I forgot to take a basket on the way in. I picked up my items and moved to the queue, balancing them shakily in my arms.
Why now. Why of ALL TIMES when I’m THIS happy?
I paid for my groceries and moved on. I would have to walk past them again on the way back. I refused to take the long way to avoid them.
‘Blooooody hell!’ I heard one of them say as I passed.
I ignored it and carried on walking to the sea front to find a bench. The sunset was still visible and I didn’t plan to waste a second of it.
As I sat there feeling completely crestfallen. Then, as I lamented about how crap it all was on my SW Facebook group I was approached by a curious seagull.
I threw him a piece. He ran forward and gobbled it up. Seagulls like Braeburn apples it seems.
I threw him another piece. This time closer to me. He viewed me suspiciously. Was this a trap? I remained motionless eating my apple. He started walking around me in a 10ft exclusion zone, trying to decide whether I could be trusted.
I didn’t move.
He flew off and sat on the fence. He would play it cool. He didn’t need apple. Pffft. He was better than that. He had rules. 10ft. No closer.
I didn’t move.
Ok. Apple is nice. He clearly didn’t get a lot of apples. He moved to the bench – a bit closer and flapped his pearly white and grey wings, again looking at me side on.
I didn’t move.
Slowly. Eeeeever so slowly he edged forward, hopping off the bench. He was now within the magical 10ft boundary and moving closer in a circling motion. Maybe the apple was worth it after all – and it seemed the big guy didn’t have bad intentions.
I didn’t move.
Then – without further ado the apple was gone, and he skittered back to relative safety, breathing a sigh of relief and ruffling his feathers.
I shared the rest of my apple with him at varying distances – watching his delicate ballet with fascination as he tactically retrieved the food and each time retreated to watch me again.
I wondered if he had seagullings at home to feed. Maybe I was keeping them fed too.
That gull seemed the best company a man could have at that moment in time. We both watched eachother and the last dying embers of sunlight dissapear as he sat on the rail in front of me before finally flying off when darkness completely descended on the horizon.
Animals never judge and I really love them for it… but I can’t hide away from the world with just them for company.
Thankfully this is not the every day norm of my life but honestly sometimes it’s the every OTHER day norm, and I hate it.
However. I have friends who make it better. People who I care about – and that’s what I have to focus on.
These idiots won’t stop me. They don’t stand a chance. They might win for an hour or two – but ultimately they mean less than bacon rind to me, which at breakfast I cut off. Thinking of them, and their small minded drunkeness.
I had no need of their rind. It does me no good. I cut off all the fat, avoided all of the sausages and bread, filled my plate with the correct SW speed ratio and treated the memory of them and my chunks of gristle with the contempt they deserve.
Later Internet I’ll meet my dad and see what the rest of the day holds. With my head up. Getting on with life while those idiots deal with their hangover.