I was walking to work today feeling a little impatient. Half-term is over so there were kids and parents dashing in and out of the school entrances along my route. It’s kind of like if there’s a beehive on a doorway and you have to perfectly time your dash through it to avoid any trouble. Okay, I guess it’s not exactly the same. This is more like a tunnel – door after door of beehives – it takes probably about two minutes to traverse the danger zone. And in my case there are two of them.
A couple of weeks ago I went to Westminster to interview a member of the Cabinet. I know what you’re thinking… Well okay maybe I don’t – I’m not a mind reader. But apparently that’s the kind of thing I do these days, which surprises me daily because I never tried to get into politics.
Slugs everywhere this morning. Snails too. Was trying not to step on any because I thought that if I were a slug, my day would be bad enough already without someone stepping on me. Snails too, which are kind of like posh slugs. I like to think of them as slug home-owners. The prospect of stepping on someone’s home wasn’t appealing either, so I did an awkward walk, staring at the floor all the way to the train station.
Now that I’ve decided to throw everything away and follow my dreams, I’ve become much more focused on my goals. Train lots, check. Save money, check. Start new blog to gain internet fandom, check and check. There’s really not that much to it. But the one thing I am finding tough is getting rid of all my stuff.