Well Autumn’s properly here now. Strictly’s on, the nights grow deep as the living room windows glow, and Sainsbury’s is jostling with spiders and pumpkins.
I’ve been thinking about that urge we all get sometimes to move our furniture around. What if the bed were over there instead of here? we wonder. How about the sofa faces the other way and that cupboard had games instead of books?
I wonder what the average length of time is. If you surveyed the nation, how often on average do we all get shifting armchairs and moving tables? Is it seasonal?
Our house is a bit different. We haven’t really finished settling into it, and for various reasons, that has been difficult. But I get it; there’s definitely a curiosity about what works where and why. And then, when you’ve moved everything around, you have the novelty of everything being different and cool for a while.
I’d like it if I could do that with my brain. Every now and again, I wonder what would happen if I thought about a problem from the opposite angle; what would it look like from over there? If I had less information about a situation, would it make me kinder? Would I be quick to judge?
But… I’m set in my ways, I think. The other day I was in the middle of a sudoku and someone tried to help me finish it using their own method. It was an intriguing moment, realising that their approach was different, perhaps their whole way of thinking about life was different. I really hope I was kind as I let them take over, even though on some level I was grinding my teeth.
I also wonder what would happen if I rearranged the house while Sammy was out.
Surprise!
Hmm. They say there’s a fine line between bravery and foolishness. I know my onions. And I know where they are - for which we can all remain thankful.
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