I’m still off sick today, still with viscous and alarmingly-fluorescent-coloured fluids coming from all my facial orifices and pain from the offensive that said fluids are mounting on my sinuses. Wonderful. However I managed to sleep in a bit this morning which has helped a little I think, along with all the drugs. Legal drugs, I hasten to add.
So this afternoon has mainly been spent watching American sitcoms on Comedy Central. I turned the TV on yesterday and some frighteningly upbeat American chat show host called Rachel Rae was enthusing loudly about secret weddings so I switched it straight off again, my ears ringing. But today has reminded me of back a few years ago when we were living in England.
Yawksha Boy was still a student and was working part time in retail a few nights a week and on Sunday afternoons. I was working full time during the week and spent the time he was out of the house on Sundays tidying up our cheap housing association flat, vacuuming, doing dishes, etc, and then finally relaxing in front of ABC1 , watching repeats of American sitcoms while drinking a nice cup of tea and munching on freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from the supermarket down the road that we’d bought that morning. I loved those afternoons, just watching mindless fluff, giggling every now and then and just truly relaxing for what was probably the only time of the week.
Today I’m watching different repeats of different sitcoms, on a different channel, in a different house, in a different country, sitting on a different sofa, drinking from a different mug and today there are no cookies. However the TV is still the same one (as we’re perpetually broke and can’t afford a new one), the tea is the same brand and the vibe is the same... well except for the congealed snot aspect... My afternoon has been divided up into half-hour slots, my mind temporarily transported from my sore head and the tissue box into various mixed-up families, misunderstandings and one-liners. Bliss.
It just struck me that some of the simple things in life stay the same no matter where you are or what you’re doing. And that’s kind of nice.
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