I discovered this morning that I can’t listen to a podcast and write at the same time - I end gazing into space and listening rather than writing anything. My multi-tasking abilities are that bad.
It’s been a week. A relentless week. A relentless few weeks. Months actually. I can’t really share any of the reasons why either - I try to keep a line between “me the professional software developer”, and “me the blogger, husband, YouTuber, writers, runner, tidy-upper, washer-upper, and general solver of whatever needs solving next”.
Escaping for an hour on a Saturday morning to the big Wetherspoons in town has become an unexpected ritual. I didn’t get here early enough this morning to bag a booth, so I’m perched on a small table near the coffee machines - close enough that I can grab a coffee without somebody stealing everything I own.
I cleared the time off with work yesterday to visit my parents next month. I’ll jump on the train - it’s a long journey - and am crossing my fingers that travelling on week-days in term time (I’ve booked a Friday and Monday off) means the train will be quiet.
I have the week after next booked off work. A staycation of sorts. There are tentative plans to visit London - the LEGO store in Leicester Square with my other half and middle daughter.
Changing subject entirely, I had the strangest dream last night - about a couple I know that live in the US now - but used to live over here. We met through blogging, and went out for days out several times before they moved away. In the dream a movie had been made of their life - she was being played by Scarlett Johansson. None of it made any sense, but I clearly remember a conversation with her - about how Scarlett had captured her so well.
Weird.
Right. The pub is getting busier by the minute. A table full of men of a certain age - probably owners of companies, given their demeanour - that obviously meet up for breakfast together each week just descended on the table opposite me. I need to get out of dodge.
I’ll try and write more later.