At a Youth Hostel

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

My hubby and I were on holiday in the South West but the weather was bad and so we decided to stay our last night at a local youth hostel.

We arrived and booked a double room. But were then asked if we could stay in dormortaries as a group of foreign students had arrived and the teachers wanted to sleep seperatly from their pupils.

We agreed and I politely tried to say I only spoke a little of their language.

Evening meal and then bedtime. The girls I was sharing the dorm with started talking and continued chatting and giggling late into the night. I had absolutely no idea what they were saying and spent two or three hours with the pillow over my head trying to block out the sound.

It was awful, I felt so out of place, I barely slept and had a long cycle ride ahead of me in the morning.

Would I do it again? Yes to be polite, but I might have to think about it first

Today’s art lunch

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Today’s art lunch was spicy vegetable soup served with chats about funding streams for artists and how to apply for them. Discussing organising workshops. Chatting about doodling. Working out about clearing a work space at the Etruria Artists warehouse.

We were serenaded by lovely jazz music on my friends record player, so stylish. The light was streaming into the living room so I took photos of the sunlight shining on the wall and painting patterns on to it. It was a fun afternoon but I came home shattered and fell fast asleep. I’m struggling to stay awake while writing this!

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Incessant chatter

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All I hear is chatter, chatter.

Shelves in the shed

Now who’s dead?

Rugby goal posts

Radio hosts

He can’t stop talking

About mamod trains

Steam engine running.

Gas and Electric

Phone call chatting,

Constant rattling…

Over the radio,

Over the TV.

My mind switches off.

I’m overwhelmed.

By his talking at me

To me.

Just…

SHUT UP!