Monday post work was a very pleasant evening spent at dance and the local pub quiz with our neighbours. The only stumbling point was exactly that. The point in question is at the top of our stairs, though a more accurate description would be a slipping point.
Its not uncommon for us to catch ourselves just on the verge of slipping as the multiple layers of carpet create a mirage that the step is about two inches longer than it actually is. So there i was just back from dance and about to head back out when i misjudged by the smallest amount and landed up face down on the bathroom floor.
After a short pause to compose myself we headed out to the quiz and then back to a sleepless night as every turn resulted in a wince and suddenly i was wide awake.
After a reminder that this wasn’t the first time one of us had ended up with multiple days of pain from this point i have to concede that something needs to change before one of us actually does some harm. Thankfully on this occasion and after only 3 hours at 2 surgeries its been confirmed that its only a sprain…typically it just had to happen when i’ve just got all my heels back from the cobbler.
Our route to work covers some of london’s variety from the victorian working terraces where we live and the nearby power stations to the modern dlr and canary wharf’s malls. But the nicest part of the journey, which takes away some of the pain of the end point, is our stroll through the naval college. The setting itself is beautiful and you never know who or what you’ll come across.
last winter, I have a vivid memory of walking through the college on a cold foggy morning, the mist had settled and i couldn’t see any of the gates as i stood alone in the middle of the grounds. As i slowly walked across the frosty ground, dark silhouettes would quickly appear and then disappear again as if they never existed.
While In summer, the lawns are taken over by various festivals or students and tourists lying around enjoying the sun and views up to the observatory and across the river. The rest of the time you may catch yourself stumbling through (or around) a film set (we just about spotted the set in the new sherlock holmes movie and apparently we walked through the new Bond on Friday). Or listening to the recent composition of an upcoming music star as they work there way through college.
But most of all my day is cheered by a simple “morning sir, morning miss” from one of the ground staff… In my day these simple pleasantries are too often forgotten, hopefully they’re not in yours.
Three days into the work year and three days when I’ve got home at eight, its all getting a little tiring physically and mentally. So we’re trying to think of things to keep life interesting.
Robbie’s refinding his love of music, and having moved the radio into the kitchen we’re spending less time zoned out in front of the tv. Which brings me onto the topic of song lyrics. I’ve never been big on listening to lyrics, although admit to memorising a few as a teenager, but there are some in more recent history that have stuck in the memory. Its not the good or the really bad that seem to have this quality but those that bring a cringe, a giggle or are simply baffling… “call me Mr Flintstone, cos i can make your bed rock” or “i got soul, but i’m not a soldier”… were two that came to our minds over lunch and brought a smile to a dreary start to 2012.
Despite pure exhaustion, I just about managed to stay awake to see in the new year. The reverb along the river wasn’t as impressive as i remembered it but we enjoyed the fireworks from the comfort of our sofa with a glass of champagne.
For Robbie, 2011 can be summarised by the word “work”, and unfortunately its hard to disagree. While we started the year with good intentions to make the most of London life somewhere along the way we got distracted. So for 2012 our resolution remains the same. But I’m hoping the outcome is a little more successful.
Good luck with your resolutions and enjoy.