Let it be said, she tried. January 19th and she admits … wine before all. Hopeless and happy.
Imagine the day. I do hear the birds early this morning. Cannot see them in the dark, but they are there. A day off work to view possible new dwellings lined up. Tidied the flat, checked nothing on that should be possible result in burning down of flat and checked the usual.
Mobile phone. Check. Backpack with computer, books, pencils and ink, check. Don the first layer of Uniglow gilet, the second protector jacket (thin lined but devastatingly effective against cold) checked. Long black coat post wrapping up of Lavin scarf, coat, gloves, winter beanie, house keys and she is set to go. Movement will be slow but warmth is uppermost – it is four degrees and staying.
Optimism in the mornings wraps the soul. Coffee at my usual joint, hello, hello, oat milk cuppa with no chocolate before the dash to the tube. This bunny is organised, down to her cotton socks over the standard black tights – I know it will be cold all day and will be in the cold all day. I am viewing new address.
Music in my ears, instagram checking, emails calling – my office is the moving train to Kew. Fast forward to four viewings – can I live there, should I be made to live there, where is the sun, and the laughter and ok, it’s doable on a rental which would buy me a castle somewhere else. Not fazed at all – the sun is out, my finger tips are Checovian winter, the electric aura in my hair enough to light a fire.
Always a thing in winter. The more the sun shines, the colder it is. Do I prefer the sun and freezing cold, or that endless cloud that sits on my shoulders and I know the sun lies above. not sure. Disappointing options. But she carries on. When do we not and what is the alternative? More coffee. loads and loads of more coffee. Two agents stood me up, me pacing the sidewalk to keep warm. Two came through and I say the inside of other’s homes and thought, dear God, do you actually live like this? One very positive option on the green with Kew garden alongside so yay, she is upbeat.
Train, bus, walk. Train, bus, walk. And forever in the uniform. For all I think, I could be stark naked underneath – no one will know. Why dress at all, if coat, gloves and beanie takes precedence? Why dress at all? I could be in the La Perla best, the Tam Tam gorgeous lingerie for the actual clothes, not witnessed at all. And I thought of all those past photographs of me in the winter in London – the coat is all you see … the coat is all that shows. I am the coat, the black coat. Maybe I should wear a bikini tomorrow, under the coat and be awesome beneath the coat. Who would be any the wiser, they only see coat, as I see the coats on the tube, on the way home. We are wear coats, one glove, the other hand free for mobiles, the beanies ranging from rabbit ears to covering the eyes beanies. We are in uniform. Standard stuff. Moving along, standing, fighting those silent wars for the seat thing – I am eyeing that seat madam, standing in the middle waiting to sit sort of thing. Someone gets up, I am ready for action and don’t even think about it. This is mine, I’ve got it sister … sitting and you stand. No prisoners this time, I earned it, got to the right spot and ready to lurch to sit.
Home. Heating switched on. Begin the undress. Gloves off. Beanie off. Coat off. Uniglow jacket. Uniglow gilet. Hello clothes … forgot you were there. And then … mmm, another night of dry January – hell no. Hell, hell no!
Today I saw the best and the worst of other’s interiors. Spent the entire day outdoors in weather that I forgot existed and that without the vitamin D pills. Its was good though, productive, educating and despite the moaning, the tube delivers on stories of life I sometimes cannot believe I am part of – but then I think, it has been ten years of living like this so surely I should to be used to it? Be used to the winters, the coat brigade, the ants commuting, the exhilaration of urban life? Why do I still feel it is foreign in some way?
Home and thinking about the premise of …. three worst things to happen in your life is death, divorce and moving. Have done that in abundance and the moving thing is happening again. Which is all possible, we are strong in our tribe of Silver Streeters, it is a doddle in all. But the uniform of the coat, beanies and gloves … not the best instagram option. So, let it end with the coming of Spring and I will be able to leave the flat, old and new, without the uniform and instead … that summer frock.
So, dry January is good. Really it is. I tried it and loved it with all the new years resolutions, but dear Lord, one picture of not the coat, the gloves and the beanie that covers my eyes so I can see properly again
The wine is sweet. So sweet. Done the whole winter thing, survived it and now for the instagram of me with suntan, feeding grapes and no boots.
And the lesson is: Estate agents call for wine. Every time. Cheers to Dry January. I earned it.
Dry January only works if on a beach. Enough said.
Image: V and A.