Just chilling out waiting for my sofas to be taken away. Oh wait, that was five hours ago, and I still have my sofas. They won’t budge. I’m starting to wonder if they’re cursed – the mere suggestion of my sofas needing to be taken away is enough to turn even the most respectable house clearance professional into a paragon of unreliability. (more…)
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.
Here comes another installation of the Is it? Yes, that’s almost motivational Chronicle! I’ve been feeling pretty great lately. I stopped this morning and wondered why. I thought, “gee, everything seems to be going so well right now! It’s probably that.” But then I thought some more and realised, “what are you on about? You’re just ignoring anything that’s going wrong!” I should point out at this time I was over an hour late to work.
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.
I drove to Bristol on Saturday. There’s nothing like getting out on the open road and just… driving. Yep, that would have been great. Way better than sitting in queues for miles, as is what happens when you drive to Bristol. But, one day soon, I’ll be able to experience that feeling – the wind through my hair, the scenic country roads. Not too soon as they make you wait weeks for a driving theory test, but eventually. Today I’m writing about how to succeed without motivation.