13 things I noticed in Lowestoft between 0845 and 1040 on 25th
May 2010.
- Clean
streets. - More
mobility scooters than I’ve ever seen in my life. - Bicycles
- The
sea. - Emptiness.
- Outside
a shop, on a blackboard, a chalk list of goods, including museli. The
spelling of muesli as museli – which coincidentally was how the seven year
old daughter of the friends I had been staying with rendered it, fifteen
years ago, in thick transparent paint on the large glass sweetie jar. An
act by which she transformed it into a muesli (or museli) container. No
more sweets? - The
Costa coffee house in which a member of staff suggested I might prefer not
to have a coffee there because (as I could hear) the alarm had jammed on
and until an engineer arrived . . . - I
could have reflected on Pinkie Camisole’s broken society or the lies of
politicians or the cruelty of life and our frailty in the face of that
cruelty . . . there but for the grace of God . . . - The
queue rapidly building just before 9 am outside the Post Office. - Young mothers pushing babies in
pushchairs and toddlers toddling. - A
lone father pushing a pushchair along the sea front. - Two
street people, rough sleepers, or however they might prefer to describe
themselves, settling themselves on the beach (the only ones on the beach)
with their cans of lager. - Terraces of tiny houses with giant
blue wheelie bins by each front door.