Will guilt win?

A trip to town to stock up on things for the holiday. Returning to the car park I go to pay. Hard enough to remember my numberplate but then, when payment is required, four different payment places flash.

I try one that I think is contactless; nothing happens. I decide to go old school and stick my card in the slot. But I use the wrong slot, my card gets stuck, and I have to go and get a man to get it out. "Please tell me I'm not the only person to do this," I say.

He shakes his head. "And you won't be the last."

I ask him about the contactless bit. "Oh, no," he says, "that's for something else but they changed their minds and didn't do it."

Earlier that morning I'd gone to answer the door with a rat on my shoulder. It was one of those days.

Grandboys came around in the afternoon to swim, play games, and hang out. Later I took them to Verdi's. Grumpy man on next table gave us some filthy looks because the boys were in high spirits and occasionally noisy. Really evil looks. 

The work on the sea front of strengthening the sea defences has almost finished, after what seems like years. There is now a wall all along the promenade but they've done it very nicely.

Writing group this afternoon followed by meeting at Zac's with some people who may have something interesting to say to us, followed by dinner, and back to Zac's for our gathering. I should go to exercise class this morning, but also need to make cake for writers and Zac's, also it is forecast to be very hot today. Guilt versus "I've really got a lot to do."