tales from an ordinary world

2002-12-01

I'm not the sunbathing type, but with so much time to kill and a good book to read I thought I'd give it a go. I found a decent stretch of grass, gingerly removed my t-shirt and lay prone, headphone wire running off to one side. At the end of each short story I'd give in to restlessness, replace my t-shirt and move about the park to find another location. Other sunbathers seemed happy in one spot, occasionally squirming in place or sitting upright for a while. I sat on a shady bench for a while to try and re-evaluate the situation.

Back to the shops, the smell of food (chicken and rice it seems), couples wearing identical sandals and signs begging "please bring Waggy home for christmas."