Leaving Salcombe

Notes from my weekend home:

-- 12 06 2004
The intention was there, so even though the sun wasn't yet out, I headed into Salcs. Today is the Rig Regatta, so Cliff House Gardens (and town for that matter) is full of rower-types. A good few of them are attractive.
I have my sun-glasses on, so the few people I recognise don't actually recognise me. Bizarrely, the one person who does is Joe, Salcombe's embarrassing bad penny. We talk briefly; I've never had much to say to him, and I find that hasn't much changed in the two years since I last saw him float into harbour.
I sit in the Garden and watch the rowing a while.
The intention is there, and eventually the Sun comes out.

-- 12 06 2004
It takes my dad and my step-mother two hours to ask if I've started wearing contacts. My Nan doesn't even notice.

-- 13 06 2004
I'm on the train. It's a beautiful day -- blue sky, hot -- and I'm spending the best part of it on the train.
The guy behind me has just got stuck on the train seeing his dear old mother off, and now faces an hour-long detour to Exeter. He's doing well keeping the tone of his voice light, but one look at his face tells me he is pissed. There's going to be some shouting when he finally gets off the train.

-- 13 06 2004
Went Fusioneering last night with Tris, Big Ron, Tom, and Uffy. No one mentions the fact that I'm not wearing glasses.
The club contains an unusually high number of women, and they're more attractive than I'd come to expect. No joy, although I do have a bit of fun egging Tom on in his conquest. I remember singing Sexual Healing with altered lyrics at him, but that's about it. I've had that song in my head all weekend.