(11th April – Yeah the photo is boring, but it felt like a big moment.)
Got to keep this short. Got to keep this brief. Too much stuff to do and I probably shouldn’t have prioritised this. Whoops.
Makes sense. I could be totally catfishing an employer…
It seems weird that it may have actually been an exact year. 16th March 2020 was a Monday and I’m pretty sure I was not feeling too great that day, so I said I’d next go into the office (where I did some part-time work) maybe a few days later but by the time I got home I found out that pregnant women were classed as high risk.
In January 2020 I just passed through to change trains to go to my Nan’s. Not sure when the last time I actually walked around Brum city was…
I’ve walked past it with B before on the way to baby classes in December. With B I’m usually a bit slower as I have to push her, and sometimes it is more of a leisurely pace.
I’ve been looking forward to this trip for a while let’s face it, but it felt so odd to be by myself.
I thought she must be teething badly again. I felt bad leaving her, but I needed to go.
I was working myself up to touch the darn machine and it was out of order. I used a lot of hand sanitiser today.
Lol. Awkward. I was going to go say something, but I couldn’t be bothered.
So he thought I was more odd.
I rarely pay for anything face to face these days, and yeah I temporarily forgot how much a train ticket costs.
It seemed so… fast.
I even took along a tripod for my phone, but felt awkward with the CCTV camera at the end of the carriage.
Yeah those photos were fairly bad. This project has evolved a bit, but as I have been making work throughout the pandemic I thought I should still talk about some of this stuff.
Yes, speaking of supermarkets. It is sad that I do miss them so much. Tiago usually does our food shopping and due to rules we don’t go with him.
I was thinking what food I could get, but I felt overwhelmed by choice. I regretted my veggie wrap decision, but I enjoyed prawn cocktail crisps.
(This is top quality boring stuff for sure.)
I thought about a time when I spent ages choosing somewhere to eat a sandwich before an improv class when I lived in London. In the end I chose an area that seemed quite quiet, and as I went to take a big bite I looked up and saw a male photographer taking a photo of me.
It then reminded me of a time in France when a guy was trying to get a picture of me applying suncream, and he was so close up that it was probably a bust shot. I kept turning around whenever he picked his camera up and I said no. He was getting annoyed with me, but I said no. Then he walked off and tried to take a picture of me from further away. Some things I missed from my memories post.
(11th April: I’ve also been thinking lately about the horrible male orthodontist that I had when I was a teenager. He used to accuse me of not wearing my retainer and would tighten it SUPER tight. For the record I always wore the darn thing (especially as I did not want him to tighten it so much), and now I’m older I think that he might have just been abusing his position of power to cause unnecessary pain. Maybe he didn’t and my teeth were (and still are) genuinely rubbish, but I do wonder about it.)
It felt like an alternate universe of sorts for me.
I didn’t realise they were only going to be online for another 14 hours, so I just had to skim through them for the good bits. The channel 4 app needs to have 1.5x button like Netflix.
I should have gone to bed earlier. I’m feeling it now.
But I’m writing this and I’m not keeping it brief like I said.
I would have loved to go to a museum or gallery, but no they’re not open until mid-May?!
I don’t know why it felt so wrong. I kept away from people. I guess I just felt weird running in a mask.
I didn’t even bother taking it off after my meeting until I left my local station.
I took terrible photos of them instead and showed her them when I got home.
I was earlier than I had said. I walked fast from the station too.
It really didn’t feel nice. Will we have a tooth tomorrow? Will B sleep well? I hope it’s a yes to both, though I’m not looking forward to brushing her tooth.
Cheesy but true. It just seemed so odd being away from her. I passed women with babies and it felt odd to smile at them without B.
Time to do some work…
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