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| The Faltering Fullback, Finsbury Park |
I saw this post (and this post!) on Man Repeller and loved the style and honesty of the articles, so I felt inspired to share a lockdown list of my own. If you enjoy this, I urge you to lose yourself in the comments section of the posts on Man Repeller - I loved seeing what we all do (and don't) have in common from all areas of the globe. Let me know your list too - I want to know!
The first sip of a fresh pint
The Guinness Challenge
Linking arms with tipsy friends when moving from one place to the next
The way the seats on the tube bounce when the train is moving and all the heads in the carriage bob up and down in unison
The change in tempo when you enter an exhibition
Wearing heels I can't walk in
Spontaneous plans after work
Picnics
Not having time for Netflix
Not having time for Instagram
Making lists of places to eat and ticking them off
What I Didn't Think I'd Miss
Queuing for the bus at rush hour
The clang of the bell for last call
Worrying about the marks that sunglasses leave on the bridge of my nose
Needing to put on SPF
Needing to put on shoes
Packing a suitcase
What I Don't Miss
Dreading going out but also fearing that I'm missing out if I don't go
Hangovers (and the paranoia that comes with them)
Feeling so overworked I can't stop to breathe
The Sunday Scaries
Cat-calling
Forgetting to message on people's birthdays
What I Won't Miss
Feeling like we're all holding our breath as we pass each other on the street
The hour it takes to sanitise, store, sort and wipe down groceries each week
Spending too much time on Instagram
That weird feeling of exhaustion after a Zoom pub quiz
Going through tubes of hand cream to compensate for the amount of hand washing
Not knowing how to end a Zoom call
What I Won't Forget
That I managed to co-habit with the same three people for weeks on end
That regular exercise makes me feel stronger and more stable
That it got easier by week seven
How we found joy in the little things
The vivid dreams I had each night without fail
How we still came together for birthdays, but in a different way
How great it is (and how smug I feel) not to be hungover every weekend
That our little cul-de-sac continued to bang our pots and pans week after week for our carers
That I can be still
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