On Sunday morning I got up at 6:30am because my body insisted I did. It had also insisted I had been in bed at 10pm the previous night. I've since read that this is how to get the best sleep. Have the same routine every day. After watching a film plus tv series I donned my coat and shoes to have my walk whilst listening to a podcast before most people were even up. I looked for my latest earphones. The ones which finally fit my ear holes well enough to be happy with.
They were nowhere to be found. I believe they have fallen out of my pocket at some stage. I refused to walk with earphones and wasn't about to walk whilst wearing my large over ear ones no matter how good the sound.
A few hours later on I decided I would drive to the Dalesway pub and have one of their £2.50 refill mugs from the costa coffee machine and read my latest copy of Empire magazine and maybe even write on my iPad. I made the journey to discover their machine was broken this week. I left and drove further realising I didn't actually have a back up plan. All I knew though was that after I was in Bingley I had a sense that this was less where I was meant to be. I listened to the feeling in my stomach and turned around and headed back homewards.
Suddenly, it was decided. I would drive to Ilkley and drop some PPS leaflets off as I looked for a nice place to sit for an hour.
I found a bistro after my leaflet posting and enjoyed a nice coffee. I had thought that simply sitting at home watching endless films was perhaps bad for the soul. Maybe it was time to put my face back in the crowd a little. As I drank I overheard the different sets of well-to- do types laugh and chat in the slightly well spoken way which the Ilkley residents do. It is a lovely place.
But what they were saying was the same old crap any set of people talk about. Meals they ate, things their partners had said which had made them mad and gossip amongst other trivia.
I knew at that point that I had missed nothing by submerging myself in the silver screen. People sat about and had a drink which may have been relaxing but it also felt, to me only maybe, like a large waste of precious time. Surely they had tv series to watch at home or books to read or any number of things.
Most of what I overheard made me desperate to return home and plough through American Horror Story Asylum, read my book and write my ghost team write up. These people would see their day pass with little progress to show for it. On my drive home I saw people off to five a side football or similar and In my opinion, I wouldn't like that more than what I do.
It served as a great refocus on what I DO enjoy.
My life is just fine.
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