Day tripper
Six steroids pills this morning, which made me prey to dark, drifty ideas and feelings of confusion which gradually wore off as the day progressed. Too fazed to work so I instead listened to Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, which drifts between its characters interior monologues in a slightly hallucinogenic way. I am certain that it is a masterpiece. It is exceptionally well written.
In the evening, after Betty returned home after an exhausting day in the cupcake industry, I caught the number 17 from the bus stop at the end of the village of Henfield to see Dawn where she is staying at her parent's house, prior to buying a flat in the same village. Really picturesque bus ride of about 25 minutes, past wooded parts of the downs, and rabbit dotted fields. Lorraine already there straight from work, and Dawn had cooked a lovely curry followed by a pear and ginger trifle. After, it being a day off the shortest night, we took a short walk to the edge of the fields and a stroll around the village look at the outside of Dawn's flat which, thanks to the steroids, I was far more able to than yesterday. An enjoyable night, with Lorraine and Dawn staving off my feelings of weird disconnectedness.
Snaps from an evening walk. The village green at Henfield with long grass encouraged by the wet weather. Potato fields with the line of the South Downs on the horizon.
In the evening, after Betty returned home after an exhausting day in the cupcake industry, I caught the number 17 from the bus stop at the end of the village of Henfield to see Dawn where she is staying at her parent's house, prior to buying a flat in the same village. Really picturesque bus ride of about 25 minutes, past wooded parts of the downs, and rabbit dotted fields. Lorraine already there straight from work, and Dawn had cooked a lovely curry followed by a pear and ginger trifle. After, it being a day off the shortest night, we took a short walk to the edge of the fields and a stroll around the village look at the outside of Dawn's flat which, thanks to the steroids, I was far more able to than yesterday. An enjoyable night, with Lorraine and Dawn staving off my feelings of weird disconnectedness.
Snaps from an evening walk. The village green at Henfield with long grass encouraged by the wet weather. Potato fields with the line of the South Downs on the horizon.
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