After waking a little after 8am this morning, and packing our belongings into the back of the car, we took a final stroll into our temporary home. Along the way we happened upon quite the most spectacular bookshop you can possibly imagine (the photos are on Instagram), and then fed our faces with poached eggs on toast at a wonderful café just around the corner.
The irony of discovering the best bookshop on the final morning after a weekend wandering around a town filled with bookshops wasn’t lost on us. We probably saved ourselves a considerable amount of money through not discovering it earlier.
Now I just need to re-engineer the universe to allow me to read all the books, write in the new notebook, start running again, record content for YouTube, do all the chores, and somehow work.
I wonder where I might find one of J K Rowling’s time turners? Actually - scratch that - I would only worry that if I used it too much I would end up considerably older than those around me. Living several lives in the time it takes most to live one still means you’ve lived them. Nothing is free.
I probably think too much.
Einstein’s theory of general relativity proposes the more you move relative to others, the less you age relative to them. Maybe that would counteract a time turner?
I really do think too much.
Anyway.
The journey home was fine. We left late in the morning and arrived home mid-afternoon. Within minutes the car was emptied into the house, the washing machine on, and the dishwasher loaded with everything we found in the kitchen (a predictable present from the children).
An hour later I fired up the computer - causing somebody in the clouds to belch out a belly-laugh of epic proportions - forcing updates to anything and everything I dared look at. How dare I step away from the computer for a day or two. I can almost imagine a note being passed across an officious desk, noting my re-appearannce on the internet, followed by several pink slips marked “mandatory update” being stamped by a strict looking troll of a man with a worn suit, and thick eye glasses.
While writing this I’m contemplating staying up ridiculously late to avoid the arrival of tomorrow. I know I will lose, but I’m hanging on to the tail end of a wonderful few days away by my fingernails.
Wish me luck.