Back to normal?

This year continues to be a complete and utter clusterfuck. What I need to do is work my way through my Twitter and Facebook enties in order to try and piece together what’s been going on. But for the moment, the most important thing is that I’m outside with a pint of lager in fresh air. At least the air’s still free – for now!

I’ve changed. Usually, at the point where I have nothing more to say, or don’t know what to say, that’s the time for a bird photo. It’s all about bees now! This picture means that the pubs are open. Almost open, anyway. The Bell is serving beer! The service is in the beer garden with a plastic glass, but this means I get my pint of mild on my long – short bike ride route.

I’ve missed places where I could just sit and type. But being on your own is a bit strange. People are strange, and I’m strange. It’s all a bit wierd really. People are odd. And I like the idea that men who meet women on dating apps are most worried that she’ll be fat, and the women are most worried tat he will be a serial killer. What goes through other people’s heads is best kept as a mystery. I’m only saying that, because I’m being made to feel a little awkward right now. At least I think I am. And if I’ve learnt anything, it’s be gentle with other people’s feelings – unless they deserve it.

When I’m with my little Chromebook, I’m guessing that people think that I’m typing and working. When I have a notebook and pen, I’m guessing that I’m taling notes. It’s not easy sitting on your own, which is something most of us will find out at some point in their lives. How it hits you when it does is the big thing.

Not bothered about the word count today. It’s enough that I’ve started again.