Mind the gap (in length since my last post)

Dear devoted fans (i.e. my parents and their friends):

I realize I set myself up for a bit of a backlash when I posted that I was reigniting the ol’ blog and then failed to write any follow up posts. All I can say is I have been horribly indisposed sitting on the floor staring into space, mapping out which grocery store I am going to walk to, and facing the existential crises of whether or not to go our for a jog on a daily basis.

In short, I haven’t really had much inspiration lately and have found myself at a loss of what to write. It looks as though this post is shaping up to be some brain drippings of the stream of consciousness variety.

Though, given most of the time I feel trapped in the confines of my wee Shepherd’s Bush flat I am grateful we are able to now go out as much as we like and officially can meet with one other person. I’ve been on several long bike rides to the far reaches of London I otherwise likely would not have seen – simply for lack of anything else to do.

I’ve also been engaging in a regular sort of rain dance to try to get the hair gods to supply me with an ample amount of hair growth A.S.A.P. Currently I am in transition from a botched self-administered bowl cut into a full mushroom cap. I have to resort to pulling up what little amount of hair is long enough into little pig tail buns to avoid looking like an 80’s soccer mom.

I have been getting quite well acquainted with my 20-minute neighbourhood during lockdown. It is nice to discover all I can reach by foot that wouldn’t have otherwise explored. In fact, just a few weeks ago I found what is most likely my favourite shop. It is simply called ‘Wine Shop’. It sells wine. Also beer. And candy. What could be better? It is only two blocks away from my flat and yet I never knew of it before. Thank you Coronavirus!

That said, I am trying to limit alcohol intake during lockdown. I began with the hopes of only drinking on the weekends, but then Cinco de Mayo came around and fell on a Tuesday and somehow I found a delivery man at my door with nachos and margaritas?! I’m sorry, but living in a city that has that sort of delivery on demand is very difficult to resist.

Okay, anyway – enough about fluids. Perhaps some discussion of more substance.

Hmm, I got nothing…

I think I am going to try to get out to explore a bit more of central London while it is still not crammed with people. I will take some photos and regale you all with stories of these wanderings. I will probably also bang on about cycle infrastructure a bit since that is massive at the moment and clearly dear to my heart. There may be a bit of public art (read: vandalism) that comes up. Plus, Tom the flatmate is returning beginning of June so there should be intrigue surrounding which of us murders whom first!

To tide you over until I am able to go on my next urban safari and post about it I shall leave you with some photos.