Early rising…

I don’t think I have slept in for 20 years. Once you have a child and a job that is all consuming. Sleep becomes more about early nights and early waking. My body awakes 4am 5am or 6 am sometimes. If I have had a late night, 8 am.

Today, March 7th is a Sunday. I live in Central London. If we were in the 19th century, then out of my window I would see the London City Wall and probably a pile of corpses.

It’s deliciously quiet. I can hear the birds waking up. A car here and there but generally it is quiet. No more city workers, hardly any pollution. The air and sky is the clearest I ever seen since I moved here in 2000.

Birdsong is said to encourage the leaves on the trees to bud and open.

I am meeting a friend today, to take a stroll on Hampstead Heath, just north of the city. I usually cycle but today I’m going to walk. Its a gentle incline all the way.

I need to walk today as yesterday I stayed in my pj’s and did household chores, listened to some music and caught up on Masterchef.

I’m going to try and walk as the crow flies and I’m feeling excited by it. My friend is going to bring hot soup. I shall bring a wee dram of whiskey to pep us up and warm our whistles.

Published by Phylispaget

I educate, I watch films, I observe. I observed myself 'sitting at my computer' putting on the pounds. This is my journey to move more, lose weight and transform into a healthy, not scraping my feet on the ground sovereign being.

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