Way to go Yorkshire. Blue skies. Blue is such a good colour. Lifts the spirits. Let’s hope for more blue.
Not much chance of tthat yesterday. It was another pretty grizzly day. Much of the day stuck inside. Somedays I can cope with that. Then other days not so good. Yesterday was one of the not so good days. Definitely feeling cooped up. The small bungalow seeming just that little bit smaller. The prospect of many more months like this. Sone Aspergers related anxieties are not going to be leaving our house any time soon. Definitely needed to breathe.
So late at night I took some rubbish to the wheelie bin at the side of the road. A few seconds later I found myself stood in the middle of the road. We have no street lights so it was pitch black. Hardly any lights from the other houses as well. For the first time that day I felt like I was breathing.
Do you know how you can tell the main difference between city and village life. Try to stand in a city street at night – it’s not going to end well really quickly. Last night I checked my watch. I had stood alone on the road for just under 10 minutes. Absolutely nothing.
Yes it’s good to breathe.