I just love tourists. They’re wonderful. They have so few cares in the world. I guess this is why I’m rubbish on holiday, as I’m permanently stressed. And I am well aware that I've not actually had a proper holiday since I was fourteen (OMG!), but I was a very stressy fourteen year old. Yes, stress has been a constant companion for many years now. But anyway, I do not wish to discuss my overly stressy nature. I may be totally neurotic, but who isn’t? Really? Anyway, I came across some wonderful tourist person the other day when The Toddler and I were with The Ex. He lives near the south cliff area of our town, and we had just arrived at the top of this cliff when I overheard this chap on his phone. He was clearly trying to direct someone to his whereabouts, and what he said was, “We’re at the seafront, on top of the hilly bit.” That is one way to describe a cliff I suppose. But bearing in mind that I live on a hill, I would say they are different enough that such directions might confuse me. Now, our town is full of hills. If someone said for me to meet them at the top of the hilly bit near the seafront, I would have to ask, north or south bay? And then, which hilly bit in particular? A bit with a very steep drop? Or a bit that is definitely just a hill? Hmm. I just love it here at this time of year.
I nearly forgot another wonderful headline from the other day. Police hunt plant poisoner! It may possibly have been sabotage relating to some flower festivally type thing. I’m not really sure I have to confess. I don’t actually read the paper if I can help it, but the headlines make me laugh. Or smile at least. When they’re funny anyway.
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