This morning,(actually a few days ago - you may have already read this on my other blog) I went down the seashore for only the second time since arriving.  Of course it was much warmer than it's been - and I suddenly felt good about myself and where I'm living.

I was down on the beach looking for a fishmonger's a friend had told me about.  And lo & behold, under one of the arches below the promenade, I found a small, rotund fisherman, complete with nearby fishing boat.  He only sells locally caught fish, and I bought a plaice, which he filleted, for £2.

It was still early.  I walked back through side streets to Bill's, where I had breakfast and too much black coffee.

At a table near me, a woman stood upt to go - and spilled a whole lot of stuff, including a sugar bowl, on the floor.  It made a extraordinary amount of noise.  A waitress rushed over, produced a pistol and shot the unfortunate customer. There was remarkably little blood to see before she collapsed. 

I wouldn't have thought it was legal to shoot someone on so litlle provocation.  Anyway, obviously the staff were used to incidents like this, because two uniformed flunkies rushed over with a body bag and quickly disposed of the corpse....

Yes, I am so sick of naturalism!