This was my brain tonight:
I should go to Spin class – But I want to go home and sew – You brought your gym kit in for Spin class – But the house will be empty tonight – You ate too much at the weekend – I haven’t sewn in over a week – Lard arse! – Sod it, I’ll cycle home and sew.
So I start cycling home and road works have closed the street I normally go down. That’s fine, I’ll try a diversion. I get lost. I pass a pub called The Jolly Sisters and that makes me think of the pub in Hackney called The Three Sisters and I’m one of three sisters – hey, how cool is that, they named a pub after me and my sisters! Oh. I’ve missed my turning. Never mind, I’ll just go down here, except now I’m really lost and, oh look, there’s a child’s football team, I hope I don’t make a tit of myself in front of them. Woah! I’m doing an emergency stop in the middle of the road and nearly fall off my bike, but it’s okay there aren’t any cars because – what type of a loser would come down this dead end, anyway! – so at least I’m not dead now.
I cycle up to a main road and there’s a sign that says ‘Kings Cross 1 mile’ and I’m like, What? I left Kings Cross 15 minutes ago! Then eventually I get back on my usual route and negotiate my way past the lorries and the buses and my bum’s a bit sore now but, never mind, I’ll be sewing soon. Then I take another diversion to look at the house my ex-boyfriend used to live in – No, that doesn’t make me a stalker! He doesn’t live there any more, so how can I be stalking him?! – but now I’m going the wrong way up a one way street and there’s a van coming the other way and…
I should have gone to Spin class.
I’m going to go and sew now.
* The man who built the Lego Christmas tree left a comment on my blog! How cool is that?