If we were having coffee I’d say it’s not been long has it. When in fact in real life it feels like forever.
These coffee chats could become a thing. I’m seeing less people, so pretending you’re here is good. I’m doing less things, so this format is great for rambling.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I miss writing about my escapades (I miss having them too), ranting about inaccessibility and reviewing delicious afternoon teas.
If we were having coffee mine would be a chai, and I’d offer you a slice of cake. That’s chai too. I made it. When you’re not going out for cake you make them.
I’ve become obsessed with chai again. It’s the autumnal weather and festivities approaching. No pumpkin spiced latte means I’m craving alternatives. I’m all about the seasonal flavours. Mince pies are coming but it’s still too soon.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I got my flu jab invitation. Yes it said invitation on the letter. First party I’ve been to in a while. But you’ve got to get your fun where you can these days.
Between neck support, shawl, mask and woolly hat I could hardly move and barely speak. It’s a cold and germy world out there, though.
If we were having coffee you’d know I got flu earlier this year. I don’t think I’ve had it before, and I don’t want it again. I ended up in hospital, and if I hadn’t had the jab things could have been worse.
If you can get the flu jab please do.
If we were having coffee you may remember when I said isolation was accessible? I read this guest post on Invisibly Me by Kirsty and it struck a cord.
Isolation doesn’t feel so accessible anymore. There’s less online, less zoom, less exciting food delivery, less comraderie, and less empathy. There are more questions, more assumptions and bigger gaps between people.
There seemed a great community spirit earlier in the year. But now I feel we as a people are becoming more and more divided.
If we were having coffee you may also remember favourite hob ring chat from our previous coffee.
Well mundane conversation has progressed to wheelie bin chat. Who knew there were so many colour combinations, and that each colour can mean so many different things depending on where you live. Even within a mile.
When the country can’t be consistent and unite over bins, what chance do we have really.
If we were having coffee I’d ask if you watch GBBO. Great British Bake Off. Everything is an acronym now. During autumn my diet is planned around what week it is on Bake Off. Bread week being my weakness. I swear the show is to blame for my cake indulging.
Who knew watching bread prove and cakes rise would make for such a tense watch.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I got a weighted blanket. It’s like having a hug, only I’m not really the hugging kind. Especially now. So this is ideal.
It’s great for feeling cosy, relieving aches and falling asleep faster. I’m also down to only one hot water bottle, so it must be warm.
If we were having coffee we’d talk about the clocks going back. Because even though it happens every year it’s still a shock and a novelty. We were given the opportunity for a whole extra hour in 2020. I have to say I wasn’t grateful.
I always reset the actual physical clock (I still have one that isn’t just on my phone), the night before. It gives that excited feeling of having an early night. The one you only get when you reach your 30’s.
How did you spend your bonus hour?
Mine was spent in that half sleep half awake state of bliss. Until the cats realised they hadn’t turned back their clocks and demanded breakfast.
If we were having coffee I’d explain that I have a book hangover. It’s when you’re head is wrapped in a book long after the end. I read The Midnight Library by Matt Haig. I urge you to if you haven’t. It’s one of those that stays with you. Like having too much red wine, only better. I feel the need to high five Nora even though I can’t high five.
If we were having coffee I’d ask what you’ve been reading? Books, blogs and anything in between.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you about Bob Ross Wednesdays. If you don’t know who Bob Ross is then we probably shouldn’t be friends. I urge you to give him a Google or YouTube and then come back. If you do know who Bob Ross is, which you should by now, then you’ll know what I say when I describe him as the Morgan Freeman of the art world. That therapeutic and soothing voice.
As a child of the 80’s it was almost religion that we’d sit and watch Bob of a weekend. You can imagine the delight and nostalgia when I discovered his shows were being rerun on BBC4. One of the better reruns during the pandemic I have to say.
So, if we were having coffee I’d tell you about the ritual of Bob Ross Wednesdays, started by myself and taken up by my friends. Like a weekly meditation session I watch his masterpieces appear in real time. The hypnotic voice and trance inducing repetition, he creates ‘happy little highlights’, from ‘teeny tiny’ strokes, where you can ‘bounce and play and have fun’, all his words not mine. I’ve not been drinking that much tea. Who needs yoga.
Delightful it is. Give it a go and get back to me with your thoughts.
If we were having coffee what would you tell me?