It's the first time I've been to Lewes since I left Oxfam a couple of months back, and it was a weird experience. The "poshness" and wealth of it all used to get on my nerves a little bit when I worked there I must admit (all those precocious kids with names like Cordelia and Noah) - but after some time away it did make a refreshing change to see busy shops full of polite, sober people with money! (I know this sound bitter and horrible and I'm sorry. But we've had a few really bad customer-related experiences at work this week.)
On the way home I settled down to do some sketching at the station, very pleased with myself that I had remembered my sketchbook...only to find I had no pen or pencil. So here's a quick sketch I did of Brad watching telly last night instead.
2 comments:
I do sympathise...having had a pretty rough start in life, I thought I was tough, but after 7 years living in the sedate and pretty crime free Cotwolds, I was quite alarmed at the state of things in Ilfracombe when we visited recently...and was very much relieved to return home to the fold. Have decided I've gone soft...
We have Jemimas and Benji's here ;)
I think too much of either extreme is just so tiring to the soul. I end up feeling like I don't fit in anywhere and need to isolate myself altogether!
Ps - here where I live we have Tyreses and Shanes! x
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