Wednesday 7th September 2022

Only had the time to sit down today to write what happened.  On the last day that I was in Teignmouth, I went to Dawlish in the morning, and Shaldon in the afternoon on Sunday.  I went to the Clipper for lunch and sat just by the back door as all the outside tables were taken, I didn't finish off all my dinner as I started to develop a stomach ache so I went to the local shop and got some paracetamol.  The pain went off after a while so I sat along the prom watching the boats, I was very surprised to see the Restless come sailing in after a mackerel fishing trip.  I used to go on this boat with my parents for trips up the river and along the coast on the Restless, it's a red and white boat but I'm not sure how old the boat is.  There used to be another boat called the Joybell which was blue I've been told this boat took part in the Dunkirk rescues.

I had cheesecake at the Clipper and sat at a table facing the beach.  A sweet little girl sat next to me eating ice cream it was quite funny, I chatted to her mother.  They are up from London.  The trouble started around about 5, my stomach ache came back really bad, I felt bloated and the pain was right under my boobs.  I shouldn't have had that cheesecake, perhaps it was God's way of punishing me as I should be on a diet.

The pain got very bad, I remember that a band were playing loud music at the bar just down the road.  I rang for Barbara which is something I don't like to do, We rang 111 who weren't very helpful and Barabara said there was surgery at Newton Abbot but they were closing in an hour.

In the end, I opted to go to A&E in Torquay, it would cost me an unexpected £30!  A lady taxi driver drove me there, I felt awful.  I went to the wrong door at first, and a paramedic showed me the right door.

I wasn't the only one with stomach problems, there was another girl who was in tears clutching her gut, I sat next to a woman who told him off for not comforting her enough!  The blue chairs were not very comfortable, I had a blood test but not before I had some numbing cream on first and had to do a urine test.  Got chatting to a girl who had Aspberger's like me, she came from Torquay.  I asked for some cups so people could drink some water, it got very late about 2,30am before I was seen.

I couldn't contact that taxi firm that brought me down as no one was picking up the phone, I saw the police bring a man in; I think he was a prison inmate.  

I had to pay an additional £35 to get back to Teignmouth.  It was a grey Aldi that picked me up, the driver was very friendly.  The streets looked different in the dark, we came back via the bus route, and a long line of cateyes lit up the gloom.  Came along Orchard Gardens in Teignmouth, I never knew their streetlights went off at 11.00, it was 3 am before I got into bed!

I was ok at breakfast, my train wasn't due until 6 pm so I went to Dawlish for a while, their carnival was all gone.  I went to Susie's cafe and had an After Eight's hot chocolate which was lovely but probably fattening.

I was sad to go home, one day I will retire to Teignmouth.  I got back to Salisbury and got a taxi back to my house, I'm never using the taxis outside the station again because the guy got very grumpy with me because I wanted to use my card and not cash.

I was very sad to be back, it was dark and no sound of seagulls.  There are now cases of bird flu in Devon, Sadly they have been finding dead gannets on the beach in Teignmouth, a bit like the pandemic in the Avian world.  What is most sad is that I photographed the flamingoes at Paignton zoo, now they are earmarked for culling as some of them have the bird flu.

We have a new prime minister called Liz Truss.  I'm very worried as I don't trust her, she went up against a bloke called Richard Snack.  They also have a new lady health secretary who doesn't look like she gives a toss, only time will tell.

Yellow buses in Bournemouth have gone bankrupt, More buses have taken over some of their routes.  Some of the Yellow busses signs are still hanging up around the streets, it's the end of an era.

At the moment people are worried about the queen's health, she had to cut back on a lot of her engagements, she's in her 90s.  My mum had a tapestry picture of her when she was a young woman, I remember it at Clifton Road in the dining room. My mum for some strange reason called it the kitchen, we had a pink tiled fireplace in there but the room was still cold.

I don't think the queen will survive much longer, I know it's treason to talk like this.