Leftovers #50

I began this week painting the workshop in the sun, off my laptop and away from my screen, eating a lasagne in the sunny climes of Essex Road. It was blissful. I’m planning on making it a habit because it’s been a true mental health reset. Hopped on the often-travelled nostalgia train at the Royal Albert Hall where I watched Death Cab For Cutie performing some of my most played songs of all time (at university I was sad that a boy didn’t like me and I listened to Trasatlanticism on my CD player in the dark so loudly that my next door neighbour in halls, Ben, came in and told me stop being a big baby). Cooked some meals at home, had a bath on a rainy afternoon at my friend’s house and felt like a new woman. Honestly I haven’t read enough articles this week, so apologies for the lack of stimulating literary content…