British Summer Time
Having spent the morning raging against the powers that be for liberating an extra hour from me, I am slightly mollified by the fact that it is actually almost lunch time, a pleasant surprise and a slight bonus of the interference with the way time works that sends me into week-long jetlag every single year. Honestly, I hate when the clocks change, especially when an hour is missing and somehow I’m already behind even more than usual. But the lure of an early lunch is potentially making up for it. Slightly.
Of course, this first day of BST is full of torrential rain, gales, and that UK slate-grey sky. I’m inside, with a hat, and a blanket, and a coffee, and the heater angled so that the blanket makes a little warm bubble in which I’m luxuriating. There is relaxing Sunday music on the speaker that I can’t really hear over the hammering raindrops on the roof. A true early spring Sunday.
Bonuses of the season are starting to abound, though. My collection of acorns found in various pockets throughout the winter and planted into a herd of cottage cheese pots have started to grow. A tiny forest of oak trees, filled with potential. Bee seeds found in the bottom of the seed box and optimistically sprinkled into some mud have actually sprouted. Forced hyacinths, of which only one came out at Yule, have decided that spring is definitely a better option and are resplendent on the garden table, flinging heady scent into the air and glowing with colour. Tiny blossoms frill and flit on the cherry tree. Bees bumble and hum in the willow. And with the shifting of the entirety of time itself, it may even stretch to being slightly light on the horizon come 9pm. All good things.
We went to see ‘Ryan Gosling in space’ this week, and I went in entirely blind, not knowing that the film was also a book and having seen zero trailers. Safe to say we had a great time and now can’t stop saying “amaze amaze amaze” and thumbs-downing everything. We got those seats that recline, had a coffee, and felt very boujie. Would recommend.
Last week was one of those weeks where the outlook calendar is full of different coloured blocks and weaving in between them all is like playing Tetris. But I still managed to get outside and do a pokemon go route each day, which I’ve been trying to do for about 3 months straight at this point. Consistency isn’t my strong point. However, it is now done, and the bonus being one more level up, so am feeling a bit happy about that. Almost 10 years in to this game and I think am just playing out of spite at this point, but got to take the wins! Also the relentless university grind continues, but I managed to add a few thousand words to another few thousand words, have many meetings, and interspersed all that with breakfasts and noodles with friends and a look round a refurbished building, so all in all a good week.
This week’s calendar is deliciously and suspiciously empty. I am intending to fill it with spring things in between the relentless word count grinding. For now though, it is hour-early lunch time and some cold leftover noodles await. Happy spring!