The bus is late. By 60 years.

Packed up and left the apartment and went to Swanpool beach for a cup of hot chocolate. Some showers - the first real rain of the fortnight.
Then to Penryn where C spent approximately an entire lifetime in one charity shop. I wandered off, explored, grew a beard, came back and she was still in there! (She claimed to have left and come back but...). A wedding party arrived by bus.
Then to the Seasalt discount shop on top of the hill. C spent another entire lifetime there. Seasons passed. Civilisations rose and fell.
Then off for home. Except that we detoured to Devoran and ate sandwiches by the estuary. Rather nice!
Then properly home - went smoothly.
Miss Cornwall already.
Work ought to be aware that I will be on a hair trigger this week. It won't take much to make me tell them to stuff their job. Not much at all.