Wiling away the hours

Its that time of year again, the summer holidays. Usually this means I hide away in the office (or at home) while the crowds descend upon town, but not this year, not yet anyway. This year has been a classic British summer – grey, windy, and all together meh. Don’t get me wrong, there was nearly a week of “heatwave”, but I was in bed with an ear infection and a temperature, so no swimming or adventures in the sun. Instead I lay on top of my bedding with a wet facecloth on my face and a fan pointed directly at me, taking copious amounts of steroids and painkillers. But I digress… there was some heat, but not enough to be able to call it summer weather.

So here we are, wiling away the hours of quiet, no emails from schools, no urgent assessments, no meetings. Just me and my laptop, writing reports, reading articles, trying to keep busy. It’s a lonely life without an office of colleagues, but I am finding my rhythm. As long as I stick to my routines, I am still semi-productive. Theses routines, however, now appear to include coffee shops and breakfast outings, which is not conductive to saving for travel, but what’s the point anymore. I appear to be stuck here at least for now.

So what is my go-to breakfast you ask? Black coffee, and anything with egg and vegetables – egg and avocado, egg and spinach, egg and mushroom. I’m a creature of habit. Every now and then I notice a delicious sounding pancake stack, or a classic British fry up, but I know what I like, and I know what makes me feel utterly disgusting afterwards. It’s all about moderation after all. Plus I rarely get my 5+ a day without vegetables at breakfast!

Do I get any actual work done during these café work hours? That, my friends, is debatable. I certainly feel like I get something done, but whether it is the work that I need to be focusing on, is another question entirely. But whatever gets me through the day, right?

So todays coffee shop outing is done, my car parking is about to expire, and I need to go to the gym. Maybe tomorrow I will try a new place, somewhere further from home, somewhere with a view, just to feel like I’m on holiday. Or maybe I will actually go on holiday. Or maybe not. Nothing is certain at the moment, and that’s ok!

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