I don't know how to stop working...

I don't know how to stop working. It's daft but I'm sitting here at the laptop while my partner is watching an erotic Japanese something or other on Netflix or Prime.

We've been out today on her birthday and sat through a couple of films which are part of the Leeds Film Festival,  'Dog Of God' , a bonkers Latvian /American animation and then 'Out Of Love' a French drama that left me choking back tears in the darkness. I love what it does to my head, being in a cinema in the afternoon studying subtitles and checking the makes of cars and what snacks they eat. 

For years I used to pick up a copy of the programme just so I could leave it on my coffee table to impress the few guests that would darken my doorstep.

Never went to any of the films. Too busy working. It 's been the bane of my life and I've missed tons of stuff through being a miserable bugger.

My partner taught me the value of 'tossing it off ', 'doing a sickie', playing truant. 

All valuable skills to acquire and  incredibly good for your health. She'd sit in bed during the day reading Margaret Atwood and bid me join her if there was the slightest hint of  me flagging or picking up a bug. 

I of course had to contend with a Catholic upbringing and the voice of my father 

railing at me for any signs of dreaminess or laziness.

Colds or flu are great because I can retire to my bed with a book and a hot drink.

Finished 'W S Burroughs and the Cult of Rock and Roll'

'Black Vinyl White Powder'

'Falling And Laughing . The Restoration of Edwyn Collins'

At present I'm halfway through Wolf Hall; quite taxing but full of nutrition as well as full of Earls, and ladies in waiting. 

Any of these books are as good as a weeks worth of warm porridge, with nuts , raisins and blueberries.

Till next time, good reading ..and grab as many naps as you can.

Mik