Take a seat

Time to wax lyrical then. I was going to potter down to iKea to grab some of their new Matter bulbs, but got side-tracked with other stuff. So, before I head off for my post-lunch constitutional, and to sort out her Ladyship’s daily Waitrose list, there’s a chance to do a little catching up.

As I mentioned somewhere, it’s been a pretty unusual couple of years. And it culminated at Christmas in me realising that getting older doesn’t really play hand-in-hand with the where I was burning the candle. So much so that “la curva de la felicidad” had joined the show.

I started “dry January” many years before it became a “thing”. I think my record was nearly two months – as it’s usually torpedoed by the Six Nations starting. This year however, I’ve decided to make it more of a lifestyle choice. I usually have a few break-days of a week to keep an even keel, but those were starting to slip last year and – in the words of someone far more humerous than me – it was throttle it back, or go professional.

So I’ve throttled back. Completely and utterly back. To a stand-still. And, whilst I’m a wee bit weary – as it’s the end of the working week, general energy levels are through the roof, I’m working my way through all the things that I’ve been putting off for the last year or so, sleeping like a baby, brighter, clearer, and also saving a quid or two.

The fact that I’m still writing here is proof that I’m more focussed on things – as my annual “Let’s start journalling” usually lasts a couple of days or so before I get bored (or run out of things to say).

The only few areas that I can think of that are going to be a bit of a decision as to taking the occasional hall-pass are Regatta Saturday, Business Class flights, and going on holiday (Yes. For the first time since our Honeymoon, her Ladyship and I are going on holiday by ourselves). How those are dealt with remains to be seen.

I won’t ramble on too much about it all for now – as there’s loads to cover, and I need to be in the vibe to put fingers to keypad and articulate things correctly. (There’s also a gap in the rain, so I can nip down to Waitrose – via Marsh Lock)