It’s Wednesday evening and I’m listening to one of my three or four vinyls, Miles Davis, Kind of Blue. Windy evening outside. I’m off to the West Country at crack of dawn to visit an old friend in Glastonbury. Last week I met my brother in Bristol and we saw Cold War at the Watershed. Brilliant film, although it got us talking about relationships…
My brother is counsellor and we usually end up talking about family and friends and relationships (and politics, which is probably the same thing). But we had a lovely meal in Sergio, an Italian restaurant in a small hidden road near the cathedral. Then we walked back via the old Bristol Infirmary and down the Cheltenham Road and Montpelier. I love Bristol, it’s like a little London. He always cooks me a good breakfast in the morning and then we walk round St Werburgh’s park before I head off.
I started my Spanish class at the CityLit last night. Level 3 lower. It’s always a bit scary the first class of the year, with a new teacher and new fellow students. But I survived. The teacher, an Argentinian, is lovely, and speaks Spanish all the time – which is a struggle, but what I want. I’ve been doing so much homework these last few weeks in preparation for the start of term. Eternal student.
I’ve been exploring a space to work in London, just a hot-desk one day a week, but in a “hub”. Last year I was a member of the Health Foundry near Waterloo. The best thing was the street food in the Lower Marsh market nearby.
Autumn and time to head back to the gym. I love running in the fields during the summer but the activation energy is too great when it’s cold and wet.
I need more vinyls. I know it’s no different from YouTube, but it feels like it.
And I miss going away, going on holiday. I hate travelling on my own. People keep telling me that you meet people, but I don’t. That’s what I miss most, company and conversation.