Today, I woke up at 8am. The night before, I had gone to the fair. I like to think that all the noises and lights only attract simple or common people, but that these are the main reasons I go every year (along with the food). In fact, this was the second night running that I had been. The only rides we went on were the Freak Show and the Fun House. Rowan, Lloyd and I left the Fun House battered and bruised and in Lloyds' case, pouring with blood. He had taken a running dive onto a floor made of metal rolling pins and managed to remove a huge astro turf scab from his elbow. However, he looked fairly amazing zooming along the floor.
We had also tried to wedge ourselves into a barrel that rotates 360 degrees. We got half way round then pathetically dominoed each other into a painfall heap. The 3 of us then tumbled around inside the contraption until we untangled each other and dragged ourselves out. It was not for the faint hearted and today I can barely move my neck and shoulder.
The freak shows main attractions are lots of boxes and windows with no lighting. It also has a 3 eyed fox. I have yet to locate the third eye, but I dont mind as I have noted it has a marble growing from its forehead. This is something you don't often see in the animal kingdom.
We ended up going to the St John's ambulance people to patch up lloyds arm because it would not stop bleeding. It took three people and lots of paper work to put a plaster on. All the while, a woman told me she wanted to be elected mayor so she could have slaves in underpants and could cut people off on the phone. I will not vote for her.
Today I went up to Lincoln with my Mum. I picked up my new pairs of glasses and decided to opt for the green lenses. They are relaxing because they make me feel like I'm underwater. Later I switched to the yellow lenses, which make me happy because they make it seem sunny, even when it's not. If I'm being honest, they also make me look way sweet.
In Lincoln, we did various things. I drew a zombie in my Mums' notebook in a coffee shop first, then went to look around the town. Lincoln has a very steep hill and we walked to the top of it, then walked down again. Whilst we were doing this, we passed a watch shop. I went in because I needed a chain for my pocket watch.
I did not really know what to make of the inside. It was all dark green and brown and smelt of museums and old. There were ancient clocks everywhere. Every single one of them ticked loudly. Because they were all out of sync with each other, it made it seem like every second was much shorter and there was something unsettling about this. The thought of working in here terrified me: the sound of clocks remind me of getting old and here there was no escape. Every time one ticks, you realise that was another second you will never get back. Even if it wasn't a very interesting or exciting second, its still gone forever.
The shop also reminded me of the Tell Tale Heart, especially when I noted the little old man who worked in there and his horrible beady eyes. I walked past the many delicate mechanical constructions that took up spare space and approached him at the counter. Then, judging by his reaction, I asked him the most insulting question he had ever heard.
"Do you have any pocket watch chains? I don't want anything flashy, just a chrome one or something"
All the hearts inside the wooden panelling quickened and amplified.
"May I suggest you go to a common jewellers, for this is a proper watch makers"
The sarcasm and malice in his voice told me I had trivialised his profession and I should leave at once. So I went out the shop and to the slug and lettuce to eat battered carrots and garlic bread. We went in some other shops afterwards, but none that were really worth writing about.
On the way back we stopped off in a pet super market. My favourite animal in there was a giant rabbit. It lay down with its arms and legs spread out to the side and I appreciated how lazy he looked. There was also another kind of rodent there and I think it was called a Genk. They were entertaining because they were stupid. One would run around a spinning wheel, trying its hardest to go upside down. Then another would jump in and try and go the other way. They would end up hitting each other and falling out. I laughed at how thick they were, before remembering the fun house last night.
We stopped off at my grandparents on the way home to pick up some washing they had done for me. We didn't stay long as Joe, who had joined us in Lincoln, had to be back before sunset. This was because the headlights dont work in his car - and not because of anything more sinister like being a vampire or whatever cant stay out in the dark.
I am now writing this because I have lots of work to do.