So I missed a day. It wasn’t through laziness, I just didn’t get home until midnight. I wasn’t drunk, but I was fairly tired so I didn’t feel I would do myself justice when trying to explain the day.
It started off with the prospect of some work, in Ilford of all places (not a regular contender in any Britain in Bloom category so far as I can see). In fact having accepted the offer of work I then went on to turn down other jobs. The work never materialised. I went for a walk.
I’ve been having problems sleeping since giving up alcohol – I wake up at dawn with the sun streaming through my window on to my face. It doesn’t seem to matter how I angle my blinds it still gets me. I decided to buy an eye mask. I’ve had a few in the past – normally ones that you’re given free on aeroplanes. The problem is that they’re not particularly comfortable and at some stage during the night I seem to cast them off my face rendering them fairly useless in stopping the light getting to me.
I wanted something better. The name Otis Batterbee came up. Apparently he is a purveyor of high quality eye masks. Despite them being horrendously expensive I decided that I would justify this based on the benefit of getting a good night’s sleep. Just one problem. Nobody sold them. I went to all the good shops around Oxford Street and Bond Street. Nothing. Then I went into Marks and Spencer.
I saw a Panama hat. I had to have it. Problem is you can’t just throw on a Panama hat. They deserve some respect. So I had to have a linen jacket to go with it. I quickly spent everything that I hadn’t managed to earn. I’ll probably wear them twice this summer, if that. It doesn’t matter. For a couple of minutes I felt amazing. The day was on an up. Then I discovered that Marks and Spencer also sold a moulded eye mask for £5. Keep an eye on M&S – I think they could do well.
To the pub then, for an evening of Lime and Soda, eating free food (won in a quiz) and doing another quiz. We won. This means we’ve won another free meal. Potentially this could save me making 52 evening meals a year. I will have to ensure that I learn more about Mr Men though. And art. Why was I never taught anything about art? Was this because I went to a state school? How did I miss out? I’m going to buy some sort of Art for Dummies book.