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Bicycled to the seaside and to a walled garden. Despite the other, pejorative meaning of “walled garden”, we weren’t stopped from eating the sandwiches we’d brought. And of course all the plants flourishing in the microclimate were fantastic.
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Got so annoyed at the bus service or lack-of-service – it’s not FirstGroup plc’s fault that some gnarly temporary traffic lights were causing a big jam, but their uncommunicativeness can make it seem like they hold their passengers in contempt – that, somewhat illogically, I went to King’s Lynn instead of waiting for the next direct bus. Had a life-affirming hour or so in King’s Lynn.
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To the Anglia Comedy Allstars show in Ipswich, which was less life-affirming but does everything have to be? The next day, to Urooj Ashfaq’s show at the Soho Theatre. Maybe there are still some depraved and disgusting corners of Soho, but it all seemed to be people queuing outside pizzerias. A couple of fantastic walks between the train station and the theatre.
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It’s boring to go on about it, but I’ve had a slightly injured foot for a month now. I think I twanged it by impatiently rushing past some people who were walking a bit slowly, but not slowly enough to overtake easily. Now I’m stuck walking a bit slowly, and I wonder how many people have injured themselves overtaking me.