Yesterday morning in my sunny flat overlooking the sea I felt as though I was waking up in a postcard - it was quite breathtaking. The view over the village towards the Downs was no less spectacular. It quite lifted my spirits which were a bit low - I actually felt a bit lonely. Anyway, I soon cheered up and met up with tribespeople from Bracklesham at the library headed by Designer Susan and managed to wangle myself an invitation to view the new house built on the plot of my old house - the bastards flattened it and erected a monster in its place. I am going to visit this Grand Design later today.
I went to see Rachel and baby Tarquin. Rachel gave me a painting lesson and showed me how to highlight my beach people so they reflect the sunlight and absolutely look the biz. She is so clever and so nice.
The seaside flat is now let for Christmas and New Year for an exhorbitant rent which all helps my watch fund. Mr Smith and I will have to stay at home and play nicely with no running away to the sea for the whole of Christmas.
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