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Time seems to be flying by at the moment. Already it’s Sunday. The next will be my last before doing away.

This weekend, though, has been a mix of work and fun. Most of yesterday was spent writing, and without any distractions I burnt through several thousand words in a fairly short space of time, which was rewarding. Celebrated by heading out into town for dinner with Trevor, Jon and Paul and, finding practically everywhere full, we ended up in Gerrardos, which we’d sworn we’d never go to again after waiting almost two hours for crap service once before.

Fortunately this time things were much better, and it stayed open far later than anywhere else in town. By the time we staggered out at half midnight the town was full of drunken lads pissing up alleyways, ankle deep in McDonalds cartons.

Trevor had been looking back through his diaries and spotted that the dates and days for 1999 were identical to those for this year, making it five years to the day since we came home from our week in the lighthouse. It was a fantastic week. We were out in the middle of nowhere. Whichever way you looked, it was pitch black at night. Behind us was heathland, and in front only cliffs falling off into the dark sea. The only light was from the top of the lighthouse as it slowly swept around and around above our heads and out into the channel.

Very eerie, but at the same time quite beautiful. Not at all like The Fog, which scared the willies out of me as a kid.

Unfortunately yesterday was also the best weather of the weekend, so I missed most of that, but today was at least warm enough to sit outside on the upper patio round at mum’s to eat lunch with Sal and Dan. They’d come over to cook and show us all the plans for their new house. Seems I’m the only person not on the verge of moving house at the moment.

We all ate far too much, as we always do when they come around, and the only way of working it off was a slow mooch around Bluewater, after last week’s abortive efforts to get there. I’ve not been this year, I don’t think, so it was a fairly interesting way to pass the afternoon, even if I wasn’t there for buying.

I suspect this week is going to be as hectic as the last, but I am seriously counting the days now until going away. I can’t be arsed with thinking about itineraries or what I’m going to take, but the idea of a pool, a beach and a book is very, very appealing.

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