Sometimes your body and your life are crying out for a break from the norm. Some days your daily routine can be happily chucked out of the window. Goodbye routine, hello unpredictable day!
Yesterday was my mini break from the norm. Usually on a Thursday my agenda would look something like this:
6.40am. The sound of doom – my alarm clock.
7.00am. Jump out of bed scalding myself for not getting up earlier.
7.30isham. Leave my house and walk as fast as humanly possible to the train station.
9.00am. Arrive at work after three train rides.
9.05am. Coffee, water, banana and check emails. Check Flying Pink Elephants while no one is looking.
12.00pm. Break for soup or whatever is on the menu. Blog time. If it’s not raining join the outside world.
5.30pm. Leave work, providing I am not waiting for an advertisement from the U.SA.
7.15pm. Arrive home after three train rides.
7.30pm. Dinner time.
8.00pm – 11.00pm. My time. This can consist of a visit to the gym / a friends house / pub or restaurant with a friend / cinema with a friend / reading / making a birthday card / pampering / television / surfing the net / taking photographs.
11.00pm. Bed time. Unless I am still at the pub.
But remember, yesterday was not a usual Thursday. Therefore my alarm clock was not set and I carried on dreaming about my old dog, Muffin, playing with Daleks from Doctor Who. If I'm not dreaming that animals are trying to eat me, I dream about my dearly departed dog. I'm not looking forward to the day when Muffin thinks I'm his dinner, and he tries to eat me too.
Feeling refreshed I got out of bed well past my normal time, and fluffy scrambled eggs were eaten. What a treat.
Then my mother and I took a stroll to the next county. No staying in Essex on my day off!
We arrived in the next county and headed straight to a charming, picturesque town. A place I have never been to before, but a place my mother is rather fond of. It’s well known as one of the best-preserved medieval towns in the country. It has a rich past and from the 14th and 16th century it flourished as one of the foremost wool and cloth-making centres in England, famed in particular for it’s blue broadcloth.
Quirky buildings, antique shops, art galleries and ye olde curiosity shops were explored. It was a joy to look around. Hand on my heart, and smile on my face, I can say my break from the norm was a success.
And I can practically smell the next weekend. Can you smell it too?
Pictures of the day:
The crooked house.
The Hovis house.
The black and white house.
The houses through the window.