Grateful: Day 86 - Satellite Delay

This post will post tomorrow (or, by the time you see it, today) but it has been done tonight (yesterday). Just saying.

It’s late and I’ve been awake since almost six. Today, my gratitude flows for things gone wrong as well as those gone right

I got onto my bike at 6.45 to cycle down to Covent Garden for a job, only to find a big fat flat – back wheel again. Oh, bugger. And without spending even a moment of frustration I said ‘oh, I’ll get the bus then.’ The moment came a little later when I realised all the places I needed to go today.

Covent Garden, Russell Square, Islington, Old Street, Stoke Newington, Muswell Hill. Thankful for a big, long day of walking, buses, and my A-Z.

Great fun playing/working with Andy Snowball. What a brilliant actor. I believe him every time. Thank you for free, healthy food and juice at Wallace Space, on that job. Grateful, as always, for the work. Always so grateful.

And for a long walk to Islington. I had a beautifully serendipitous £15 haircut at Snippets on Kings X Road on the way. I DID need a haircut, and by then I also really needed a sit down, so, you know, two birds. And there I had the pleasure of Isabela Catolica, cutting hair for more than 30 years. She spoke to me in Spanish. She told me about her daughter. She told me about her friends. Oh, and she cut my hair, quite well, I think. A nice exchange.

What else went wrong – oh, the room I went to see. Nice people, an leggy Alsation boy dog with a penchant for tail-chasing and a languorous cat. All good. I checked out the area I’d be spending my time in, if I went there. The places I’d cycle through. The distances. Not the only thing, but that’s all true too. I shan’t. And I’ve picked up some useful information about quite far I am willing to travel, and through where. All of massive use.

Thank you for the hundred little things that made me laugh today, from the MEAT shop in Stoke Newington to the life-changing sausages I ate at lunchtime. There were so many more. Little book, you must come back

And thank you for another yoga session. I don’t think walking as far as I did today with about 10 kilos on my back was really very helpful, but a stretch did it good. And they have new premises. Very nice.

At the weekend, they’re inviting people to come and help with DIY. Is it wrong that I’m such a whore for that. I’m actually salivating at the thought. I LOVE that kind of thing (Cathy Ranson, should you happen to be reading, I’m still FULLY up for such gleeful days). I feel a little silly to be looking forward to that.

The other nugget is, I have had my ‘work dungarees’ returned to me. A pair of painty, thick, brown Carrharts which I love. Know, though, that if I wear them to the yoga thing, it pretty much rules me out of ANY romantic involvement with ANY person in that group. They may be enlightened, but there are limits. Still, bring it on. The dungs are coming out. Breathe through it.

Thank you for a rich and varied day. No dull one, this.