Well so much for posting daily. I had a good, unbroken run but the backlog of days I had to fill in retroactively (four) was just that little too much to do with the limited time – and interesting perspectives – that I have. Not that this has been by any stretch a fascinating, enlightening tour of a mind (remember when I was banging on about furniture?) but it’s a little easier to conjure up a take on something (anything) when the demand is only one page of approx. 500 words. For instance, I’ve just spent one hundred words articulating this one point.

Well, it was 101 according to Google Docs’ word count.

Life continues to tick along at a rapid pace; the calendar reads like a series of clerical errors that have somehow shifted the date along by two weeks. It will soon be the summer holidays, which means every day of the week at work bringing with it potential hordes of children and their parents to participate in the Summer Reading Challenge. I enjoyed this as an experience the first time round last year, when I was brand new to the library, but I was a little unsure of myself still and took a few weeks to find my feet. It will be interesting to see whether a waned interest or an increased confidence is more apparent as the seven weeks roll past. There’s some concern that we are two staff members down on last year, as well as having no teenage Saturday staff to speak of, so things could be a fraction more frenzied; but hey, makes the day go quicker they say.

I’m using the second room in the flat more, and have spent the last three mornings in here, either reading in the chair by the window or typing stuff out on this desk. I’ve been quite pleased with how often I am feeling the desire to write at the moment, and am even taking moments at work to hurriedly note something on my phone or on a piece of scrap paper. Everything is fragmented and I haven’t ran with anything yet, but getting ideas down and writing to see what comes out feels great and (so I read) is the only way to get anywhere with this writing lark. Long may it continue, although I’m expecting to dip out of this habit again at some point and misguidedly dedicate energies towards something else I’ve convinced myself is my ‘thing’ (needlepoint, perhaps?)

I had one idea for a post-Brexit blog, written from the perspective of a dedicated ‘Leaver’ who in spite of the obvious misery and deprivation that has ensued since everything had been enacted, was tirelessly optimistic and glad about it all. An extract from my notes is as follows:

A Foodpoint has opened two gates from here and Denise says they’ve got some really nice looking tins in there, with colourful labels and stuff. She couldn’t get many because we’ve maxed out our allowance cards for the month, but hopefully there’ll still be a fair collection there in a weeks time. It’s a secure-looking unit judging from the outside, and they’re usually wary of pillaging when they open new places like this, so I expect there’ll be razorwire and alarms on the windows. The door is hefty-looking enough.

Speaking of pillaging, a new lot have moved into the empty Costa downstairs – we heard them moving in last night. Nothing against squatters, and I’m no snitch. but when the stability forces tear in to rip folk out of there it creates such a racket that it’s almost too much. Between stuff like that going on and the generator in our kitchen whirring almost constantly, I can barely think. I said to Denise that I’d rather find some more stuff to insulate the walls – plastic bags and stuff – than keep that thing running through the winter for warmth. There’s plenty of left-over carpet in the garden that we could line the walls and block out the lounge windows with, but so far I’m struggling to convince her. She says she hates wearing her coats and boots around the house – feels undignified she says – but when you’re rooting around the bins of the All Day Breakfast Bar for stuff for your week’s dinner, popping on a few extra layers is surely nothing. Women!

Something like that. It’s likely that I won’t return to the idea in the same way I have with this, but it would be a serviceable outlet for all this bitterness, spite and elitism I’ve got kicking around. Plus it seems writing anything anti-Brexit in this climate will attract at least a handful of moronic cunts to your website to offer up death-threats and such, and it’s all web traffic, baby.