My car was finished by 17:00 after all. But by then I was more than halfway back to my room. I could have changed direction and walked to the service centre, it wouldn't have been much further than walking to my room and would have saved me the 7.5 km walk this morning.
But that's the point I don't want to avoid the walk. Today is good walking weather too. Also I took a slightly different route and walked along the canal where I saw an electric narrow boat glide by almost silently.
A while later I walked along the Trent towards West Bridgford where I've just had a nice pot of tea and a not terribly impressive avocado toast with a fried egg. The egg was good but the avocado was a bit thin on the ground.
Today's outfit is my shortest skirt and a wraparound blouse tied under the bodice
Decided to visit the craft beer place in Beeston. Where I'm having a pint of Pentrich, she sells Citra IPA.
I also changed because I wanted to try my newly acquired denim skirt. It's actually about 30 mm longer than the flimsy skirt I wore earlier today. But because it's stiffer and not stretchy it tends to sit a bit higher and hence is just as risky despite being longer.
Isn't life strange. I hardly noticed Fleetwood Mac when they were at the height of their powers in the '70s, but now when I hear them I am transported back to that time. Does anyone else have a similar feeling?
The background music here is playing Dreams from Rumours.
@22Michelle If I were more self confident or perhaps simply less shy I would be. The further I go in this voyage of self discovery the more I think that had I known as a teenager what I know now and had the nerve to put it into practice I would have been beyond salvation. But a lifetime of being quiet and unassuming is hard to shake off, and if I did, then what? I have had a lifetime of failing to read between the lines. Damn it, this IPA has gone to my head, I'd be anyone's if only they asked.
@ninalanyon I know what you mean.I did thecsilly stuff back when I could only go for it when drunk. It's very weird, but now I'm older and wiser(?) I'm much less bothered about some aspects of my dressing, my sexuality and yet in other ways much more worried about some of the consequences about coming out to everyone.
@22Michelle I've walked past dozens of people and hardly anyone seems to have noticed me at. Except one woman who was walking towards me as I was walking alongside the Trent. She said "You've got strong feet!".
This Midlands and Northern obsession with my bare feet is alternately annoying and amusing, but in a way it is also very encouraging because it means that how I am dressed really doesn't bother people.
