A change is a good as a rest. And getting new carpets is as good as moving home. Let me explain in 400 words of less (yes that’s correct. Not fewer – less. It a correct use of less!).

I have a new bedroom carpet, and a wooden bed which is a pain in the arse to re-assemble. There’s a desk with a wonky drawer that I’ve had for ages too. They are both going, and I’ll sleep on a mattress on the floor in an uncluttered room. Just don’t look in the small bedroom, or the on-suite, or the bathroom. My main bedroom is all very Zen or whatever. I don’t do spirituality or whatever. What I do do, is enjoy not tripping over stuff. Perhaps that’s what spirituality is all about. It’s about not having loads of stuff in your way that will trip you up and spoil your day. That may be Buddhism in a nutshell.

What’s with those white Bluetooth headphones that look like someone has taken scissors (first time spelling!) to the wire? If they are happy I’m happy.

And it’s a Saturday and I’ve just heard a woman in her 50’s with two other people say “Was that a guaranteed (not first time spelling) milestone?” Awful people. Of course, they don’t know it.

Moving on……

Mentally, I’ve moved home.

Hang on. I haven’t. Why would you sit in a bar, that is playing music, and put your own headphones on? Maybe, you don’t want to hear the word “milestone” on a Saturday afternoon.

Possessions weigh you down. The things that are tripping be up and damaging my back are boxes of DVDs and CD’s. They can all go to the charity shop. Technology has changed and they can go. Almost all of my books have gone, and these can too. The vinyl records can all stay.

I used to have a dystopian view of the world, where books held in electronic form would be re-written over time, but now I don’t care. What I want is not to trip over boxes of things I don’t need. I don’t have anyone to carry these things for me, and I like to think that I’ve moved. After all, it’s cheaper than actually moving, and I can move if I want to. I won’t move, but I could. Perhaps, I will. Maybe, I’ll move on somewhere else. Sometimes, you have to leave things behind to move on. There’s no benefit to me having things I’m not going to use, and a charity shop will make use of them. I won’t get anything back for them, but the benefit will appear in another account in my life.

When anarchists arrange a big protest in a city, who organises that?

Now here’s a question. Should I move from the place with the good enough larger with the attractive young diverse people, or head off to the old mans’ pub with the good beer.

No! There’s the new German beer hall! I moved and went to a place and now I can move.

I have a holiday feeling and I’ve barely left home. Of course, it’s a sad indictment of life when weekend are regarded as holidays.

Let’s end on another joke:

“Dad, dad. Whats nepotism?”

“Ask your uncle, and get back to work”

Thank you!