I have to admit I am getting grumpier as I get older. Moved
into my new Static Caravan was great till Sunday morning where it seems someone
with a young child has borrowed one of the near by statics. The child wakes up
at 7am and starts crying then the family come outside to have their breakfast
talking at a high volume, I can put up with that but it is when the baby starts
crying and the parents start talking in baby language that was to much Why do people start
talking to babies and young children in a strange language i.e. babber, chu chu
train, didums, dogey wogy, brekiweki why not use the correct words Baby, Train,
You, Dog Breakfast. It is a wonder they ever learn English. Why do parents
think it alright for children to run around a Bar or Function like lunatics. “In
my day” there I told you I was getting grumpy.
Used my Bus pass for the first time to travel from Seasalter
to Oyster Festival Whitstable to meet my Son John and his gang. In both
directions the Bus was ½ hour late not impressed. Like Whitstable but the Oyster
Festival is packed standing in a pub and drinking from a plastic glass is not
my idea of a good time. Yet the only Beer I had was in the Micro Pub the Black
Dog and that was a pleasant experience
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