In contradiction to my desire to do more with less, I find myself planning a trip to Somerset on Saturday (tomorrow).
And then coming back home, then going on to a gig in Oxford on the same evening.
I need to stop thinking like this.
My trip to work this morning was accompanied by the most sentimental mawkish ballad I’ve heard in a very long time.
Imagine, if you can, Snow Patrol’s worst excesses, blended with Keane’s more popular work.
I listened to that track four times on repeat.
It might be sentimental, but it is lovely.
For the the last ten miles, as an antidote to the ballad, and to get my head ready for the office, I had to listen to some arse-kicking thrash metal from Gibraltarian rockers Breed 77.
Yeah!
*does the rock fingers sign thing*
Oh, but don’t eat yourself up about this. If you want to cram loads in, do it. (from someone currently doing Lancaster to Exeter by train in one day about once every 10 days).
I just need to be smarter, Kate. I’ve been dim; throwing myself at everything hasn’t put any quality in to my life. And I want some quality back. Going to keep busy, but be more discerning.