yesterday i went to brighton with and and lizzy o and a text message. it was quite a nice day by the sea - we ate a lot at terre a terre, i dipped my toes in the channel and burnt my face in the sun. but somehow when i woke up this morning it was really plain that I should have gone to broadstairs, or at least to kent. no fine restaurant or railway convenience should have shaken my resolve. i have not been for an eternity, but matthew spoke highly of it to me in days gone by and they have a sand beach. and a functional haunted house dwelling ride no doubt. today i have been doing admin, studying and eating dahl. i am crap at admin as it makes me nervous, so i try to do it quickly.