Today I just want to up sticks and run. I deliberately didn’t wear my flip flops this morning (I know, something mental must be going on. It’s not December, and therefore its flip flop season!) maybe with the subconscious desire to just walk out the door, and keep walking. It makes me think that these people who disappear from their lives one day might not be mental, but might just have simply had enough of every day.
I don’t think that the weather helps. I left my bathroom window open last night and woke up this morning with my duvet on my head and the rest of my body covered in frost bite. Well, not quite, but it seems the strange habit I have of wrapping my head in my king size is having a detrimental effect on the rest of my body and I haven’t been able to warm up since, despite copious amounts of tea consumption and a packet of jaffa cakes on the road to being completely destroyed.
The idea of grabbing my car keys (I wrote this and then wondered why. If I’m walking, why will I need the car keys?) and heading out the door is tempting. I could take my credit card and jump on the first plane leaving Heathrow, to some glorious beach or tempting destination. Las Vegas? Manila? Christchurch? Any of the above please Mr Branson. But the idea of just leaving my train wreck of a life behind and starting a new one is fantastic right now. Just assuming a fake moustache and glasses, and being another person.
I do not care for the rain, nor do I care for the fact that Big Brother is on AGAIN, or the fact that the nurse feels I should have some sort of invasive treatment to balance my sugar levels. I do not care for medicine, for douchebags or for spiders, and right now I do not care for my fingernails, which all broke last week and are not irritating me as I watch my fingers type. I do not care for cleaning the bathroom (strike me down, I must be mental!) I am irratiblis horriblis, and I just found a jaffa cake with no chocolate so I am going to write a letter to cheer myself up. With photographic evidence.
Normal service will resume again soon, maybe when the sky stops crying!
On the upside, Betty’s health check cost me less than two hundred quid, so there are always reasons to be cheerful. Toot toot!!