Yesterday was our 18th anniversary of meeting up, so me and The Missus tootled off to Brighton for the day. We had never been to this particular seaside resort before, so it was a bit of an adventure. A number of The Missus’s chums live there and are always raving about the area and now we know why. We were impressed by the open spaces, the abundance of trees and the general cosmopolitan air. Even we thought it would be nice to live there. So my search for a commercial concern shifts geographically…

Not as big as Southend Pier or as nice as Santa Monica pier…
This evening, we spent what seemed like an eternity searching online for some bedroom furniture to repace the G-Plan wardrobes we dumped at the weekend. The only problem with this is that you can’t get a good sense of what the actual furniture is like. The only way to do this is to trudge around the stores and to bang the wood with your fists. So we gave up and proposed to visit some more furniture outlets at the weekend. In the meantime, I am living out of a suitcase. This isn’t a problem as I don’t have that many clothes. I am of the “wear ’em and throw ’em away” mentality – so I keep the contents of my wardrobe fairly svelte.
Yeah, basically I dress like a tramp. It’s OK. I can take it.

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