It was cold at the sea but, as always, very beautiful. The moon was almost full with a tiny slice missing on one side. So I was only partially loony.
I met up with my pub quiz team and failed to answer most of the questions and dodge the advances of most of the builders who seem to be under the impression I'm a good time girl desperate for a shag from their overalled dirty bodies. There must be something in the water down there! I will take Mr Smith with me next time I go ... and make him drink some.
I drank a few glasses of wine in memory of absent friends and felt a bit squiffy.
I had to get up at an ungodly hour to get up to London in order to meet my mother-in-law at the V&A. She is such an angel. We enjoyed my hangover together with the works of Diaghilev which made me feel much better.
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