It’s not even March yet and I’m sitting outside with a jar of tea, watching the world walk by. This time last year we were in the grip of the Beast from the East and now it feels like we’re in the middle of summer. It’s almost as if our climate is changing and we’re seeing more extremes in weather.

This is my lunch break and a chance to chill out for a little while. The idea is a bit strange at the moment, because I have nothing to have a break from doing. But I do. Looking for the next thing is my thing. All I need to do is find out what it is. I’d be perfectly happy finding new things to do if it wasn’t for the fact that I have to work for the man. I could work for myself, but that’s an illusion.

One of the problems of eating and drinking outside is that you find yourself in the smoking area, because that’s what outside is these days. Better out than in, but it’s still polluting my air, and smokers rarely look happy.

It’s the next day, and perhaps cafes aren’t my inspirational places any more. At least not sitting outside on an almost warm day with smoke from roll-up cigarettes drifting by. But thinking about it, it may be the cafe location. I haven’t had a trip away this year. All I have to do is earn it and give myself a success so I can justify a treat.

My list of things I need to do is getting shorter and shorter. I write it every Monday. Looking at it at the end of the week (Friday) makes me think I can have a a treat soon, but the big things are still big. So, what I can do now is put a few things in the diary. I have a target date in May and I need to train for it.

Time to wrap up and get on with things. I’m not that bothered about hitting my word targets at the moment. I have much more important targets to aim for.