Cornwall 2005, day four: In which retail therapy solves everything

Having got so close and yet so far away from Truro yesterday, I made sure we were up and awake early enough to beat the crowds and get a parking space.

After months and months of talking about it, I finally plucked up the courage to shell out a bit of money and get a new phone. It’s not the one I dreamed about but it’s pretty close. It’s a bit more complicated than my ancient Nokia, and I still haven’t figured out how to put it on discreet or silent yet, and I don’t like the stupid noises it makes when I’m switching it on and off but that’s all I can find wrong with it.

It’s brilliant having a camera on there and I can’t stop snapping pics. That made me ecstatic for the rest of the day and I didn’t need any of the other things we bought: Yes Man by Danny Wallace, Don’t Eat This Book by Morgan Spurlock, and some other bits and bobs.

We headed back to Newquay for our last night out on the town. We visited the Blue Reef Aquarium, and snapped pictures of all the fishes.

Apparently I’ve been there before. When I visited with my eldest brother, my mother took us to Newquay Zoo (I remember that) and the aquarium (I don’t remember that).

A soft drinks pub crawl, the amusements, and then fish and chips. Sat on a wall overlooking the sea, with a nosey little seagull trying to get at our food. Does life get any better? Well, it might do if you live here.

This is what we were looking at while we were scoffing our chips. Can you imagine how cool it would be living there? Nobody could get to you, totally private and talk about a sea view! Although, I thought it would be a bit impractical to drag shopping bags from wherever they park the car to the front door, and Mr C was a bit concerned about crossing the bridge when you’d had a few too many.