Eastbourne - God's Waiting Room?

I have taken the day off of work today to recover from my weekend in Eastbourne with Eleanor.  I did enjoy it if I'm honest, but I have made a few notes about how to improve such an experience in the future:

• I prefer to travel by car as trains vex me - the thought of being pressed up against a stranger for an hour or more is very worrying - I can only get through my 39 minute train commute (each way!) by placing a copy of either The Metro or the London Evening Standard between myself and the adjoining passenger.

• B&Bs shouldn't be too much of a walking distance from the station as I don't like to waste money on taxis

• Double duvets are better on single beds than their 3ft counterparts simply because there's a lot more scope for wrapping one's body inside like the sausagemeat filling in the aforementioned unhealthy snack

• Guests located in the room above should keep their voice(s) down and preferably shut up altogether after midnight - jabbering on until 12:45 is wholly unacceptable

•  Young people/teenagers shouldn't ride their bicycles dangerously fast along the seafront, thus ruining an evening constitutional

Apart from the points raised above, it was great.  Eleanor seemed keen to get home then and when I mentioned the possibility of arranging a future trip to Hastings she simply sighed and placed her head in her hands.  

Eye Level

I expect you're all wondering 'why doesn't Margaret write much any more?' and you'd be right on the money, but the truth is, I don't have much time these days.  I've just returned home from work and am typing this whilst listening to an array of TV theme tunes on my laptop.  Why?  You may ask and well, the reasoning behind it is nostalgia, well that and the fact that my parents used to boost their music collection by purchasing cassette tapes with such endearing titles as The Greatest TV Theme Album in the World Ever (Vol 6) and continually playing them in the car; that said, Father stopped listening to music whilst driving many years ago when he found that it distracted him from the road.

So, what am I up to for the weekend then?  Well, I'm off to Eastbourne with Eleanor for a trip - her parents are having young Sebastian to stay with them, so it's a girlie time.  It's a little chilly though so I'm packing enough cardigans to keep myself warm.  Hopefully the train won't be full of louts - I do so hate that!