Sometimes things don’t go according to plan for the best possible reasons. John came round in the morning. I had all sorts of ambitious ideas about getting all the gubbins out of the lockup.
We had coffee and caught up. My rhythm today has been slow from the get go. We walked out into the warm day and drove to Camden. We opened the door and immediately all the old bad instincts kicked in. “I might want this bit of old fabric if we do Christmas Carol again.” “This thing is nice I just haven’t got room for it.” I managed to get over myself enough to fill Bergie with rubbish. But we only did one load. I just can’t be bothered today. It is too lovely. Bright sun, warmth. The lockup is walking distance to Regents Park so I went and lay on my back for a while. No wonder I’m broke. But life is good. And we were far from the only people doing it. Siwan and John both got a beer. I wasn’t in the mood, strangely. Plus driving.
Beer and I have stopped getting on so well since all the acid reflux stuff kicked off. The fizz of lager in my belly and I often want to immediately just expel the stuff. Out as quickly as in. Quicker. I was happy to soak up the rays a little with all of London.
Hottest day of the year so far apparently. Regents Park today was like all the London parks in 2020. Big thumping sound systems and loads of pockets of friends overlapping loud conversations, alone in their bubbles in a crowded place.
I drove home. I’ll empty him tomorrow and then load up again ahead of a probable car boot sale on the weekend. I just want to make room now so I’m not running to stand still on all the wheelie wardrobes in Canterbury. Although I also spoke to a lady with a shipping container near Dargate. One thing at a time. The key is to make space make space make space. I might end up with a load more stuff to sort very soon. The thing to remember is that there’s “work” in the gap in the plan.
1: Collect all sorts of random gubbins
2: …
3: PROFIT
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