Obviously, no one is bothering to go to work in between Christmas and New Year, and consequently, no one’s booking any couriers either. I think I’ve averaged seven jobs a day this week, and this means hours and hours of sitting around doing nothing. And the weather continues to be horrible – cold sleet the whole time. I’ve been very glad of these:
(Waterproof socks and gloves, by Sealskinz. One of those pieces of kit that quite simply changed my life.)
But I still got very cold yesterday, hanging around in doorways and bus shelters and the like. Whenever I couldn’t bear it any longer, I’d go and buy myself an overpriced coffee and the chance to sit down somewhere warm for a while. And of course, within five minutes, I’d be called away, for a job that kept me cycling for about ten minutes, and then left me to freeze to death on the other side of town.
But today I realized I could spend the whole day in bookshops. I think I visited five or six in all. And I was warm and cosy all day long. Of course, I spent rather more on books than I would have on coffee. But somehow I don’t mind that so much. Not when I have warm toes.