'What did you do today', is a question, as I've mentioned before, that I'm asked on a regular basis. It's a question I still find disconcerting. This may surprise you since the question in itself is harmless. However, when someone asks 'what did you do today' I experience a slight sense of panic. Will my answer be interesting enough or will they just think I'm a boring old fart who does nothing in particular except pootle around? What makes me think that? My only answer is that it's me projecting my feelings onto the enquirer. How do I know this? I don't but after years of interpreting other people's thoughts and feelings I'm not without an idea or two!
So for those interested today, I went shopping early and then onto meet an old work colleague now friend for coffee. Actually, I finished having peppermint tea because after the dash to M & S and Sainsbury's, poor old dear that I am, I was feeling mildly dyspeptic! Chris got the drinks while I grabbed a table and before you could say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious we were chatting away and laughing.
It's surprising isn't it how connecting with someone else can quickly lift the spirits? Not, I hasten to add, that mine needed lifting because I seem to be on a roll. As usual we had lots to say. We're often on the same page and today we shared our experiences of Xmas and New Year. If you chat to me on twitter you'll probably know this, if not it may come as a surprise for you to hear that I don't really enjoy the 'festive season'. I think one of the reasons is that I eat, drink and am reasonably merry all the time. The emphasis placed on that week being 'special' means I'm looking for something extra which for me really doesn't exist but which nevertheless fosters disappointment.
We're odd creatures aren't we, or am I being presumptuous and it's just me who's odd? Please answer honestly I won't be offended