Having spent the week in London, seamlessly falling back into the old routine of rushing even when I wasn’t in a hurry, the time spent this afternoon in Helensburgh was excruciatingly slow in terms of pace.
I’m sure Henry Rollins once waxed lyrical about people robbing him of valuable seconds of his life due to dithering in front of him in queues. That kind of thing does my head in, too. You’re there for no other reason than to pay for the goods you wish to buy.
Fliss and I made a quick trip back to the house in Liverpool at the weekend there, leaving on Saturday morning and returning on Sunday afternoon. Normally I wouldn’t have wasted the fuel on such a short trip, but we needed to go back to check on the place, collect some mail, cut the grass, and bring back some other odds and ends now that we’re more or less living back in Scotland.
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