When the niggles become the big things

I spent the bank holiday weekend in Northampton with friends. They live there because it’s too expensive to live in Oxford. When I asked K if the commute (a 2 hour round trip) was a pain, he said he’d got used to it and it wasn’t so bad. What he actually disliked most about his job was ‘inane colleague conversations about non-work things’.

I completely sympathised with that, because it’s one of my pet hates too. It sounds so innocent (and even unfair/judgemental) in the grand scheme of things, but it’s one of those niggles that grows over time. It’s one of the things that makes an average day a tedious day, and a bad day a really bad day.

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I read an article recently that stated that creative people get bored a lot. My natural interest was surprise. It’s extremely rare that I consciously think ‘I’m bored’.

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Reading, recently

There’s so much going on in my life right now, and I want to clear it all out of the way so that I have room to breathe and space to be creative.

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The 3 day week

Last week was only a three day working week (I was ill on Monday and had already booked Friday off for a long weekend), but it seemed to go on forever.

This was a good thing in many ways though, because it was a lot of fun. On Friday morning I rushed around getting everything done (packing, cat feeding and watering, cat medicating, cleaning, washing up, eyebrows, showering etc.) before catching a train to London.

Two hours later I was standing outside the hotel I’d booked in Wembley.

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