On the far side of the roundabout, across the road from the old Victorian bus stop and the Spar corner shop is the Plungington pub. This marks the top end of Plungington Road and the main stretch of my walk to and from work. So far this is the most interesting part of Preston that I have found. This evening there was a large group of people in the Nippon yoga and martial arts centre, most of them looked quite uncomfortable. Perhaps they were about to take their first class. The Happy Haddock had also attracted a large group of people but this group seemed far more relaxed and jovial.
At one of the beauty shops a little girl sat grinning at a table in the window, hands outstretched, whilst the smiling assistant painted her nails. Her mum watched on, head crammed under a hair dryer. This evening, as I walked past, the butcher on the corner was bringing his sign in. At the bottom of the hand written sign read the legend 'Sausages on special offor!'
I suspect that there was an egging incident last night - I counted five of them broken on the pavement at various intervals down the street. Not sure what happened to the sixth - maybe it hit it's target. There are always lads bombing up and down the road in Novas and other such boy racers - I suspect the eggs emanated from one of these.
At the bottom end of the street, before you get to the university, the street suddenly gets busier with take aways, charity shops, food shops and student rental estate agents. I'm tempted by the doll with knitted dress loo roll cover in one of the shop windows. I turn left at the Bamboo.
At one of the beauty shops a little girl sat grinning at a table in the window, hands outstretched, whilst the smiling assistant painted her nails. Her mum watched on, head crammed under a hair dryer. This evening, as I walked past, the butcher on the corner was bringing his sign in. At the bottom of the hand written sign read the legend 'Sausages on special offor!'
I suspect that there was an egging incident last night - I counted five of them broken on the pavement at various intervals down the street. Not sure what happened to the sixth - maybe it hit it's target. There are always lads bombing up and down the road in Novas and other such boy racers - I suspect the eggs emanated from one of these.
At the bottom end of the street, before you get to the university, the street suddenly gets busier with take aways, charity shops, food shops and student rental estate agents. I'm tempted by the doll with knitted dress loo roll cover in one of the shop windows. I turn left at the Bamboo.
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