Awoke barely able to move. Pain worse today than day before. Each day worse than day before. Not good.
Rail staff at Gatwick and Brighton not wearing masks, lack of social distancing.
Train to Brighton empty.
Arrive Brighton late, mid-afternoon. I set off late.
Nothing to eat Grocer and Grain. I take a different route into North Laine.
Loud music blasting out from Wai Kika Moo Kau.
Shops I expect to find closed, for example Resident, are open. They appear to be exploiting a loophole, cannot enter the store, but nothing to say cannot sell across the open door.
I decide coffee at Bond Street Coffee. Too many people waiting.
Wolfox take away soup. Not hot, warm. but tasty. Not the weather for sitting in the street with a takeaway.
Now too late for Bond Street.
Try my luck at Coffee Soho.
I found open a couple of days ago. Yesterday I was too late, it was closed. Today I am in luck.
Coffee supplied by Union. No guarantee of excellent coffee as Union supply anyone.
My coffee reasonable, not in the same league as the best in Brighton.
Loud music blasting out.
Wander through The Lanes and down to the seafront. I have never before seen Brighton Pier in darkness. The day before in partial darkness.
A burger from Honest Burgers. Not worth missing a train for.
At a guess, grilled from frozen. Stratified layers, outer layers cooked if not overcooked, the centre undercooked and raw. Served with disgusting chips.
Honest Burgers a chain, which explains the poor quality. I have eaten at Honest Burgers in Reading. It was disgusting. Brighton was not as bad, but not good either.
The place for a burger, a shed outside a pub opposite Grocer and Grain, a little way down from Brighton Station (used to be under the station).
Gatwick deserted, South Terminal closed, only half a dozen flights from North Terminal.
I set off in pain. During the day pain eases.
I learn from a pharmacist that one of the side effects of one of the drugs in my cocktail is drowsiness.
