Here I am in my little room at Terrys B & B. It's got yellow walls, a pink and red duvet, a red patterened carpet, and artificial flowers. I landed at Blackpool railway station at 5pm and fought my way through the stag and hen parties which were crowding round the pubs along the Promenade.
My rucksack aint half heavy, I am beginning to doubt my ability to carry it all the way back. I am looking at passing a few items to my friend Carol at the party tonight, and asking her to mail them back to me. Then again they are probably not worth paying the postage for so it might be just as cost effective to dump them.
Breakfast is between 9 and 10 am, a bit late for me, I could do with an early start. I shall be there on the dot at nine to feed my belly. Then it's two minutes down the road to take a pic of the sea, before I turn round and head inland.
It's just after 7pm, so I'm off out partying shortly. My friend Carol rang while I was on the train leaving Manchester, to ask where I was. I am looking forward to seeing her again, and her sisters Shirley and Pamela. We have been friends for 50 years. This is Shirleys retirement party, I'm afraid I haven't brought a party frock with me, so It will be black trainers, tea shirt, and black baggy bottoms. I don't suppose anyone will care, it isn't a posh do. Enjoy your Saturday night.