Mon 8 March 2004 - Labour Day
Got home on Sunday afternoon to find I’d left the back door unlocked for the two days I was away. Well done Daniel. Ah well, no harm done as it happens. I’ll be checking it doubly-carefully next time I go out… Whoops.
Went to the park today, and got shat on by a very small bird. Well, I didn’t see it — if it wasn’t a small bird, at least the output was small. Kinda smeary, so I went to the tap to wash it off. Had to wait for some little kid who was bending over the basin, not really drinking, watching me through his sunglasses. I stared back at him, thinking c’mon kid, I’ve got birdshit here I want to wash off. He maintained his stance until his mother dragged him away.
I seem to have arrived back in Pimple City. I’ve often hoped that previous sojourns to Pimple City would be my last, that there would be some upper age limit when visits to Pimple City would no longer be required or permitted. But alas, it seems there is no such age limit, and so here I am yet again. I can only hope that my visit will be a short one.