I’ve been quiet on the blog front.
Studying for my MA, breaking my elbow, and then within the classic writer’s
rule of three, I had little spare time and energy to blog.
However, I recently bought two
beautiful notebooks in TK Maxx (one with Chinese artwork and the other a hare)
to encourage me to journal again. I decided that one was to be notes on the
novel I’m currently writing, and the other, a travel journal. I used to do the
latter in my 20s and 30s, but somewhere in the business of life I fell out of
love with a handwritten record of any holiday or event, leaving my photos in
the Google ether to tell a story instead.
I’d gone to TK Maxx with the intention
to buy photo frames, and after circling the shelves numerous times, I saw a
rack of notebooks inspired by British artists, instead. Distracted, I ended up
picking two for me, and one for my daughter. And then I chose two photo frames.
I queued up at the cash tills to be
served by a worker who had seen me frittering around the picture frames, but he
discovered that one frame was missing its price/barcode sticker. I apologised
for picking up a frame with no price sticker. He then apologised for having to
leave the till to find the price, but I reassured him I was happy to wait and
it wasn’t long before the whole transaction was completed.
In the meantime, I found my husband
lounging on a green sofa for sale in TK Maxx too. A passing guy jokingly asked
us if he could bring us a cuppa.
Later that evening, while sitting in
the cinema waiting for the film to start, I found the photo frame price sticker
... stuck to my t-shirt. Luckily, the dimmed lights disguised my blushed
embarrassment.
The photo frames and notebooks have
been used. With stickers removed.
And now I’m unstuck … and back to
writing my blog.
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