Sunday Summary | I'm wicked and I'm lazy*

* but you know what, lazy is OK sometimes. You don't have to do All the Things. 

Especially if this past week was your first full week in work for, oh, let's say six or so weeks, and you're spent with all the Thinking and the Doing.

QB gives you permission to ... not. Just don't.

Dear FOQ

How are we all faring in this bold new era? Broken all your resolutions yet? Smashed the patriarchy? Seized the day? Carpe'd the heck out of the diem?

And if not, why not?


This fortnight, I have mostly been ...

Reading 📖

I confess, I'm BB again.

Between Books.

I'm a bad, bad, BB bibliophile. (Although I have just worked through a pile of back-issue Guardian Weekend magazines the size of a small child.)

But I'm ...

Writing ✍

Anywhere. At any time.

(Except when the train's swaying, jolting movement kick-starts a delightful wave of nausea and then I'm just sitting there with my eyes closed hoping it goes away in a minute.)

Writing

In the pub.

On the train.

In Costa.

Sometimes in the Pumpkin Cafe as well. (I don't discriminate.)

Am I absolved from my non-reading yet?


Watching 📺

Friends

on Netflix

and observing with interest the ever-evolving hair narratives of the cast.

Especially Chandler and his long-short-long-short mullet. Bless.

Yes, Friends, watched with the benefits of hindsight or by enlightened millennials (who I'm sure all pooh-pooh the Kardashians), is flawed.

But it's a beacon of a less-enlightened time.

And it reminds me of Friday nights at home with Ma QB and Sis, and a cheeky Wispa bar after a long week inside the torture-chamber that was school.

And as for the comic timing, could it have been any more superb?

Dead Poets Society

How have I gone this long in life without watching this film?

And how have I suffered through all those seasons of Robert Sean Leonard as drippy Dr Wilson in House when I could have been initiated with his stellar performance in DPS – and his cheekbones which are arguably sharp enough to slice cheese?

{Why, Dr Wilson ... you're beautiful.}

And let us not forget beautiful awkward teenage Ethan Hawke.

Bouncing 🐇

and achieving neither of these fails, you'll be pleased to hear.

On the first Thursday of the new year, I decided to fulfil an ambition of returning to trampolining.

I used to go to a Saturday morning class as a youngster (largely, I believe, so Ma and Pa QB didn't have to haul annoying infant QB round Sainsbury's), and took a couple of classes at school until the popular girls decided they couldn't be bothered to spot me and I think I may have either fallen off completely or come something of a cropper.

Either way, that was probably the last time I trampolined properly with the exception of one or two segues onto a bouncy castle, and onto Brighton Pier in June 2006 with Natalie and our friend Alice who was visiting from New Zealand:

Oh and, celebrating my thirtieth bouncing on Cousin Julie's girls' trampoline. That was epic.

Anyway. I digress. I love a bounce. I love a trampoline. I used to be able to do all sorts of bouncy spinny forward-rolly things on them. But of course with age comes Fear and the inevitable Decrepit-ness.

I attended a Trampoline Fitness Class.

I am not fit.

One needs to be fit to attend a fitness class.

The Harwoodian frame is not built for sprinting.

{The anti-QB. Oh, stop showing off.}

I'm sure if I stuck with it I'd spend less time gasping "I'm going to diiiiiiiie" and more time achieving stuff but I think it might take a while for the nausea to dissipate ...

But my word, the bouncing bits, the seat drops, the star jumps, they were so much fun.

... Can I just do a whole class of jumping without the scary fitness bits?

Catching up ... 👩👩🍕

with this bastion of loveliness:

for diarising and general gossip-mongering. And garlic-bread-pizza-with-caramelised-onions-on-it.

We've got all our mate-dates pencilled ink until June. At least. Result!

(And we can sync our Google Calendars now, don'tcha know.)


Pinterest Pins of the Fortnight 📌

Fortnightly Web Finds 🕸🔎

(for those fortnights when I have the chance to curate a couple of links)

Serious 😐

• How to stop your job taking over your life | Harriet Minter on The Pool
• Let’s break the “new year, new me” trend and remind ourselves we rock | Amy Jones on The Pool

Silly 🤡

• Google Translate Sings ... The Circle of Life | Malinda Kathleen Reese on YouTube

Until the next ... stay you.

qb xx