I am currently sat next to a large window in my kitchen with my laptop on my knee. An Apple MacBook Pro for the geeks that need to know these things. I treated myself to it some time ago when I needed a little pick me up and when I was tired of having to restart my old laptop when it froze every other minute. I have a coffee by my side. None of your expensive and faffy cafetiere nonsense, oh no. Just instant coffee. I don't know why I prefer it so much, but I do. Nescafé is the selection today. I have my favourite radio station on in the background. I know it isn't everyone's choice of listening, but I like TalkSport. It is the sound of people chatting that I like. It doesn't always matter what they are talking about. It could be the familiar voices. Except for Ian Collins who I have listened to for a very long time. I listen to Ian because I enjoy the show, even if I don't always agree with the points of view being discussed. The late night output is easily my favourite because of this reason. There are many other excellent radio stations out there that may be your favourite, but this is mine. I have others that I listen to and enjoy, but this is the one that I can hear right now.
I am in wind down mode. I am deciding what to have for dinner. Or tea as it is correctly called in Yorkshire. Breakfast dinner and tea. Not breakfast lunch and dinner. I think some would argue that the latter is correct. I don't care particularly. In a short while I may go and try my hand at fishing again. After a decent enough reintroduction to fishing (When my girlfriend bought me the stuff required after I had bored her with tales of my angling exploits as a boy), the fish have dried up. Figuratively, not literally. If I wanted to pursue dried fish I would have routed through the junk draw for the little red fortune telling numbers that come in Christmas crackers. So, I may go and bother real, live, wet fish in a pond. Or I may not.
I could decide to stay in and watch The Apprentice. Is it still on TV on a Tuesday? I have only watched one episode so far, so the emotional involvement and commitment is not something that I need to worry about if I don't. The washing up needs doing and the laundry needs to be taken out of the machine. But I might just sit here for a moment longer. I suppose I could run the vacuum around too. Maybe.
You see, I have had a few things on my mind recently. Nothing truly Earth shattering, but I think I have forgotten to take a snap shot of myself and look around me. It is a beautiful evening. A few clouds are as uncertain as me about their next move and seem as anxious as I am about it. There are birds chattering in the nearby trees that are being harassed by the faintest of breezes. I have done a few things today that made people smile. Some even said "thank you". I even helped a kitten be less unwanted at the weekend.
Do you know what? Even when things feel a little grim, there are windows that have a pretty decent view, if you choose to look out of them. I think I will sit here and peer through this little tranquil window I have stumbled upon for a while. You could always do the same wherever your window is and whatever it looks upon. The tricky stuff can wait. I think the picture on here is the wrong way around. I think it can stay like that. Call it an artistic statement whereby even the sky is laid back. I may not even finish writing this post. But then again, I proba