quiet

That little flat bread I made for my lunch was one of the most peaceful things I’ve ever done. Just a small amount of bread and some water and salt. Kneading it, rolling it between my palms and pressing it out into a little round and then frying it. I also had a small portion of reheated food from last nights dinner. Afterwards I sat and felt the slight heat in my mouth from the chili element.

Hey I know a lot of people. Not that well but hey I can say hey to them.

Written last night when I got back in:

People are the craziest fuckin things. Happy, crazy, interesting, drunk, sad, paranoid, crying, friendly, great. Everybody wants to be happy, everybody has their down sides. I want every one to be alright. Everyones interesting as hell. I like people and I like my friends. It’s hard to live in your shell, you gotta share. I want a hug.

Music is great, it’s great to listen to. I should get on and start learning.

Yesterday me and Ed Stone took my bike to the bicycle repair shop in Penryn because it needed a new inner tube on the back tyre which I didn’t have the tools for. He told me that the tyres themselves were perished (they were probably the original ones from about thirty or fourty years ago you see) and that they needed replacing. I said I’d have a look on the internet for some white wall ones because he only had tan walled ones in stock. I had a look and found some potentially, but then I thought I’d rather get the one that man has instead of buying them from some other place. So today I rang him up and said I’d like the ones he’s got. The bike will work the same, so no worries, and I’m giving the local man my money instead of someone whose face I’ll never set eyes on.

My bike will be ready to go again on Thursday, once he gives me a ring.