The local paper yesterday officially announced the end of summer....! Following four lovely sunny warm days we are back to rain and low temperatures. The perfect time then for both of us to get our hair cut really short! We don't like to follow convention and a new haircut seems the order of the day when embarking on a new adventure. So this is it, Elephant Daze and crew all ship shape and ready for whatever lies ahead! Only thing is we still don't have jobs. Maybe we are unemployable?! What if no-one want us?! We have only been seriously looking for work and applied for less than half a dozen each in the last week - yes we are already getting panicky! It's not that we miss working - we just want to have some money so we can get out and about and see all that Brighton has to offer. We do a lot of walking and a lot of window shopping. Every day we find something that we will buy 'When we've got a job!'. At the rate we're going these jobs are going to have to pay well! I guess we need to be more patient and maybe just try that little bit harder instead of squandering what cash we have left on the lottery...it's a lovely dream though!
Yesterday Martyns Triumph Herald went for it's MOT - always a worry trying to get it MOT'd in a new town. We have been trying to spot some of the less salubrious garages for a couple of weeks now. With todays rules and regulations it's not easy to get a pass on an old cronk, especially one that's slightly modified. Unfortunately the garage we chose took it upon themselves to fail it on something that was working perfectly well when we left it there. Hey hum, I guess they're just testing us - fingers crossed it will pass today. I think the garage owner was surprised to find that Martyn had owned the car for nearly twenty years and done all the work himself on it. Sometimes it doesn't pay to age so well when people treat you like you're young and naive!
It's been fun being out and about in the Herald recently. It makes people stop and look when you're driving down the street. It makes people want to talk to you, it just makes me smile! It's fun and that's what life should be about! When I used to drive up and down the motorway the business people in their prestige cars would pass me in my Citroen Saxo. I often thought how it would be to be the person driving such cars. These are people that probably spend 80% of their working day in that car, on the motorway, on their phones. They probably have high pressured jobs, high salaries and high blood pressure to boot. It's not for me. You don't see a lot of that in Brighton funnily enough. There are more bashed up bangers and rusty push bikes around than I've ever seen in one place. The roads are mad - it's like the wacky races - it's not the place for prestige cars and I for one like it that way! In fact if I get my way I won't be driving a car at all, it's so easy to walk about or catch the bus, 'normal' cars are not essential. I may have to invest in another scooter though if at all possible. There are loads of them around. Back home if someone rides a scooter there's every chance they are part of a club or do scooter rallies, here, it's just another form of transport and another way to look cool of course!
We have been told by our next door neighbour, who has just returned from a trip to the Scilly Isles on his boat, that it's not just water that comes over the sea wall. Sand and shale and pebbles have regularly been found on the decks of his boat! As I type the masts are clattering around us (they don't clink clink gently here!) and we are rocking from side to side. This, apparently, is quite calm. Our sea legs will well and truly be tested this year and we will find out if Brighton truly is the vibrant, quirky, fun place we want it to be - here's hoping!
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