Leftovers #56

Fluffy meatballs, poulet roti et frites, essays on perfectionism and soulmates (not related)

I’ve always been very good at being a hermit. Spending three months alone in my flat over lockdown really solidified my status as lone wolf, but since then I’ve found myself surrounded by wonderful people, getting dopamine hits of socialising, to the point where I’m filling my time up with seeing friends and not hanging out by myself. I suppose it’s all about balance so this week has been a slightly more low key affair – one and half pints with a friend across the road, a night in catching up on Succession (the writing in the latest episode is absolutely stellar), and tonight a chicken caesar salad and chips with a couple of friends at theirs. I’m excited to finally pen a proper essay after weeks of not being able to write, about a subject close to my hearts: personality types. I’ll be writing this on the Eurostar home from Paris this weekend, a baguette and mini bottle of wine in hand. Bon weekend!