Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Bittersweet
Been out to spend the whole of what remained of my day off in town, courtesy of last night's on call. Alone.
Paid a visit to Barclay's. Very empty apart from their people finishing off today's business. Saw the branch manager. She had a lovely Barbie face, blonde and acryllic nails with daisy diamante patterns. She can't be depressed. This paragraph, previously about why the visit when you can do things online these days, been deleted and retyped with this.
Thought hard and decided, at least I know at some point somebody, somewhere had benefitted from my imponderable act. No need for prolonged bitterness. Made me smile but at the same time various other feelings barged in trying to occupy the space as well. I didn't let them.
Noticed that people do get this winter blues so badly in this part of UK. Forlorn faces everywhere as queued for the parking. I suppose if you are a bit on the pedantic side, frustration threshold is tad bit on the lower side, therefore making these people more prone to being depressed. Hasn't caught up with me, told self. Possibly has and am in denial.
Past a few mirrors in Mark's and Spencer when picking up the milk. Did look like could do with a bit of sunshine. Yellowish and pasty is a combination worse than white and pasty.
Couldn't resist walking into Ottakar. Wish this shop is a walkable distance from the flat. Could stay in there and forever be in another side of life where things popped up and popped out, clearly labelled, with instructions and hazard warnings everywhere. Smell of fresh coffee and scones lingering, as I entered. Ultimate paperback indulgement, a cheap sojourn to just about anywhere, for just about any reason. Idyllic setting for troubled hearts.
Not a worry in the world. No people to questions , no big guys to answer to. No logbook to fill in, no bluescrubs to wear.
Had better get moving though the parking in Freshney Place is a rip off.
Everywhere around town, the marketing people pivot the decor around the arriving Valentine's Day. I think is a bit premature. I got sucked in nevertheless. Picked up a little book of love. Felt a bit numb and in pieces. Thought about how that little book could make some people smile. The magic of words aye.
Could do with a walk by the beach.
Did I mention it's bitterly cold?
Paid a visit to Barclay's. Very empty apart from their people finishing off today's business. Saw the branch manager. She had a lovely Barbie face, blonde and acryllic nails with daisy diamante patterns. She can't be depressed. This paragraph, previously about why the visit when you can do things online these days, been deleted and retyped with this.
Thought hard and decided, at least I know at some point somebody, somewhere had benefitted from my imponderable act. No need for prolonged bitterness. Made me smile but at the same time various other feelings barged in trying to occupy the space as well. I didn't let them.
Noticed that people do get this winter blues so badly in this part of UK. Forlorn faces everywhere as queued for the parking. I suppose if you are a bit on the pedantic side, frustration threshold is tad bit on the lower side, therefore making these people more prone to being depressed. Hasn't caught up with me, told self. Possibly has and am in denial.
Past a few mirrors in Mark's and Spencer when picking up the milk. Did look like could do with a bit of sunshine. Yellowish and pasty is a combination worse than white and pasty.
Couldn't resist walking into Ottakar. Wish this shop is a walkable distance from the flat. Could stay in there and forever be in another side of life where things popped up and popped out, clearly labelled, with instructions and hazard warnings everywhere. Smell of fresh coffee and scones lingering, as I entered. Ultimate paperback indulgement, a cheap sojourn to just about anywhere, for just about any reason. Idyllic setting for troubled hearts.
Not a worry in the world. No people to questions , no big guys to answer to. No logbook to fill in, no bluescrubs to wear.
Had better get moving though the parking in Freshney Place is a rip off.
Everywhere around town, the marketing people pivot the decor around the arriving Valentine's Day. I think is a bit premature. I got sucked in nevertheless. Picked up a little book of love. Felt a bit numb and in pieces. Thought about how that little book could make some people smile. The magic of words aye.
Could do with a walk by the beach.
Did I mention it's bitterly cold?
