Slouch
I’m cat sitting. The last time I did this, it was a bit of a thrill to come and live in a big house for a week, and when I went home the flat felt poky and small. Now, though, I live in a bigger house than this one, and it doesn’t feel quite the same.
It used to be a bit of a thrill to come here and have so many channels on Sky: a bit step up from my five or six on Freeview. Now, though, I have Sky+, which we don’t have here, so if anything I feel a little bit trimmed.
It is lovely to spend time with the cat, though, and of course there’s the conservatory, which will be nice over the Easter weekend. It’s nice to have a bit of a break, and feels almost like going on a mini holiday. It’s also nice to get away from the clutter of everyday life. I have just my iBook and some reading books here, and have spent this evening doing barely more than very very little indeed. I had a run, I showered, I ate dinner and found a half-finished bottle of wine that needed some attention, so am slumped in front of something telly-wise about the Italian navy and the Second World War.
I can’t faff on with the letters I need to write, or the mortgage forms that need filling out.
In all honesty, I could quite get used to these nights of lazy nothingness.
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