No washing as Kev did it late Tuesday. He waits until around 3pm. He finds it easier then as no one bothers him and he can do do extra like bedding or towels without thinking he won't have time. How it will work when the weather is better and he wants to hang it outside. We'll see.
We didnt go out, because Candleby Lane is still shut due to a burst water main it isn't worth it, as the buses are all over the place. Hopefully it'll be fixed by Friday.
One thing I've noticed since finishing work is I sleep better and longer than I have in my last six months there. Even though I still sort of wake up when the alarm goes off for Kev, I generally snuggle back down and go back to sleep. But, during the week when we don't have alarms set, I am staying asleep until 8.30am and 9am, which is very unusual for me. If we do get up in the night, the pressure has gone from thinking Ive got to be up at 5.30am or 6.45am at weekends, so we get up reset, and can drift off again easily. I am staying up slightly later too, 10/10.30pm was the norm before, now you're looking at least an hour later. I sit and read mostly, which does help me relax. However, I am struggling with that book Blood Orange. As I said, it is beautifully written, but I thought it would move on from the protagonists personal struggles to cover the murder case, but as it hasn't by chapter 10, I'm beginning to think it won't.
It just isn't what I bought the book for if you get my drift. I read for escapism, enjoyment and not a reminder of my own struggles with the bottle, not that I was as bad as her depiction in this novel, but I did have a long period before we got the pub when I didn't know how much it ruled my life, at how much I relied on it as a social prop. Now I can have a drink if I want, but I can stop without getting to the point of being totally wasted.
I think that's mostly down to being happy. I don't mix in the same social circles that made me anxious and self conscious as before, I trust the people around me somewhat, and one of the biggest changes is not working at Burton. I went from hating having to go, to loving going, at least up until the last six months. I never realised that why drinking was such a big part of my life was because I was unhappy. Now, I don't even care if I have one or not. Sure, if I fancy one I'll have one, but it's not the main reason to go out.
But, back to the book, if it stays the same in the next couple of chapters I'll give up on it and move on to something else. Life is too short to read a book you don't enjoy.
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