So my plans for the day got cancelled and shifted and the weather was… rrrrrrrrrubbish so I decided to not go to St Annes.  So, my walk on the beach on Thursday.  Hear that weather Gods?  I would like good weather on Thursday.  The annoying thing about it is that the schools in the area all close today or tomorrow so there will be… y’know… kids… around.  I’m hoping that they are all taken to sunnier climes by their loving parents and I get some of the dunes to myself… Just for a couple of minutes… Please.

Speaking of schools – Mum’s broke up today with a traditional setting off of the fire alarm by some little scrote.  Why do kids do this?  What is funny about it?  I remember at uni, when living in halls, there wasn’t a week that went by without the alarm being set off in the middle of the night.

We’d all have to gather outside, dressed in pyjamas, dressing gowns and covered in duvets and blankets while we waited for the not ever cute fire brigade to show up.  There was always the couple who would be caught inflagrante delicto, and the more drunk ones would usually be naked and flashing.  Others would always bring a bottle of two.  There was usually a bottle of wine floating around – it was one of the reasons people kept corkscrews by the door.

Yeah, it was that kind of hall.

God, I miss those times.

Yeah, it’s a little tangently nostalgic here today.