Something to be said for village life
So I had to go into London yesterday… which was interesting. Firstly I almost missed the train thanks to stupid traffic lights and stupid parking meters with no indicaiton of payment fees. Bit annoyed at that.
Still, it was strange being back in my old stomping grounds. Stopping for a drink in Leon on the Strand then going over to Bank to mee the wonderfull JJ for lunch. It’s amazing how much of a tonic a good friend can offer. I miss my daily conversations with JJ. She made me realise everything I’ve been stressing over wasn’t exactly my fault and that other people should be held accountable for their behavior. Soothing if nothing else.
Got back and my back ached, my legs ached, my feet ached and my head ached. I woke up this morning feeling rather icky. Still a walk with pupzilla (all be it a short one) was very restorative. I felt a lot better following it.
Being in the country changes you. Your mind set is different and things that were important before are no longer so. You realise that quality of life is more important than other things. The balance changes and it soothes you. Well it soothes me. I’m not a city person. I go back and I see tourists, I see people as potential terrorists and I see people who are work obsessed.
The terrorist thing was interesting. I got on the Central line at Bank and sat opposite someone and my hackles went up. They never went like that before. I never looked at someone and thought “are you going to blow this train up, or are you thinking about doing it?” I just got on with it. Now I feel a little safer being out of London and not a constant target for someone who wants to do something silly.
As I said… being in the country changes a person.
