hiatus

I got confirmation last week that I have been offered a contract to work here. This is one of the most famous animal welfare organisations in the city, if not the country! I am both scared and excited to work with four legged friends and leave behind the shallow world of television far behind me. I will have to wear office appropriate clothes! I will finish work at 5pm! I will get a subsidised lunch allowance! I’m not sure I even understand what that means, but its new and I like it. I will not want to cry every time I have to work late because at the end of the day its all for a greater good and not because some pompous industry head did not like the lighting/coffee/cocktail/flowers/stationery or whatever silly thing that used to make me trudge home at 9pm on a Tuesday night.

Last Friday, a friend and I took a train to Whitstable an hour and half outside the city. It was a nice little seaside town with beautiful houses by the sea and colourful beach huts. We took a walk along the shore and I walked past the Yacht Club. It was mostly full of retired folk and not feral dogs and children like Serasa. It was quite a picturesque place and I dont think it’s massively touristy as there was a huge lack of tacky gift shops in the high street and we seemed to be the only non locals around. I had to rely on my phone to take any pictures that day.

I have LOVED every day of my work “hiatus”.  I have seen more of my family and friends in these past weeks than I have for the whole of last year. I have taken day trips to the seaside, attended a cake conference and workshop, gotten to know my neighbours, read dozens of books, sunbathed in my own garden, fixed up the flat, painted the kitchen. I started to live my life instead of letting others dictate it. I’m back to work on the 29th, but in the mean time I will put my feet up with this little guy…