Night driving on cruise control. Feeling sleepy and pulling over to nap in lay-bys, the car rocking when lorries pass. The waste land of all-night service stations, 24/7 coffee and fast food. Cravings for a bacon sandwich.
Nice opticians in Radlett. Initially intended to check out both, but first was friendly and competent. I must have come across as bubbling, loosing my own glasses amongst the new ones on display. Wacky David. Afterwards I decided not to have lunch at Elstree airport and instead went to Colney Fields where I bought a large quantity of discounted alcohol. I must have gone into M&S because I remember seeing a poor middle-aged sales assistant, flushed, trying to catch my eye and sell something. Maybe he just went home and drank. What other options does he have.
In my book, the Remains of the Day, the protagonist has just retired his father. The book, so far, is very depressing but maybe there is some reversal at the end. Does he rebel, does he throw off the servant role and live his own life. Dignity, respect, so old fashioned. We no longer respect our elders, our betters, anyone.
Trying to recapture a rhythm to the day. But I’m writing now, and I read and I’ve played the piano, and gone to the gym, and worked hard on my studies.