An evening in Dawlish
Feb. 27th, 2014 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylAfter an annoying mix-up with my bank appointment — I'd gone over at midday, waited for ten minutes without seeing a soul, and left again only to discover that I should have asked at the hidden counter — I stayed late to try and compensate for being out over lunch. As a result, I got home late, spent 20 minutes wolfing down some food, and dashed off to the station to catch the rail replacement coach to Dawlish.
Inevitably, just as I was walking out of the door, I got a call asking about some minor glitch and rather grumpily pointed out that the machine was only supported during working hours and that I'd deal with it in the morning if necessary. Which it wasn't: the problem cleared itself after half an hour or so.
The coach journey wasn't nearly as bad as I'd feared, although we left later than scheduled and spent the first half of the journey meandering through not-so-scenic Marsh Barton. Things seemed to pick up when we hit the A379 and by the time we got to Shutterton, I thought I might even arrive on time. But it was not to be: the coach looped all the way round to the Warren, paused in the station car park for a few seconds before turning back the way it had come. I eventually arrived quarter of an hour late, but in the end it didn't matter all that much.
We had a fun evening and I finally managed to meet E, who was extremely polite & well behaved only blotting his copybook slightly by growling at an elderly guy — he has a thing about slow-moving people and objects — until placated with dog biscuits. I pushed off all too soon, not wanting to chance a later bus, and got home late but without any bother.
Fortunately tomorrow is a rest day, so I get to stay in bed until around six. What luxury!
Inevitably, just as I was walking out of the door, I got a call asking about some minor glitch and rather grumpily pointed out that the machine was only supported during working hours and that I'd deal with it in the morning if necessary. Which it wasn't: the problem cleared itself after half an hour or so.
The coach journey wasn't nearly as bad as I'd feared, although we left later than scheduled and spent the first half of the journey meandering through not-so-scenic Marsh Barton. Things seemed to pick up when we hit the A379 and by the time we got to Shutterton, I thought I might even arrive on time. But it was not to be: the coach looped all the way round to the Warren, paused in the station car park for a few seconds before turning back the way it had come. I eventually arrived quarter of an hour late, but in the end it didn't matter all that much.
We had a fun evening and I finally managed to meet E, who was extremely polite & well behaved only blotting his copybook slightly by growling at an elderly guy — he has a thing about slow-moving people and objects — until placated with dog biscuits. I pushed off all too soon, not wanting to chance a later bus, and got home late but without any bother.
Fortunately tomorrow is a rest day, so I get to stay in bed until around six. What luxury!
