I’m having a few days away starting tomorrow… but not very far away at all. Just under two miles, actually, in my hometown. Bizarre ? Well, on the surface, maybe, but there’s method in this apparent madness. It might only be a good walk away, but it’s not here. I know myself pretty well, and with no plan, however vague, for the upcoming week, I’d likely just mooch around here and that would feel like a waste, so upping sticks, however mildly, should galvanise me. And it’ll be fun, or at least different, to be actually living in a town, pretty much in the town centre. There’s another reason: for the last two years I’ve been working in a neighbouring town some four, five miles away, and I’ve rather lost touch with my hometown, somewhere which, for all its faults and problems, is a nice little place (and roughly nine orders of magnitude better than where I work, which is an utter and complete sh*thole). New rooms, old streets. Going to be fun.
