52. Fixing Broken Things
Closing the door with a chunky click.
Haven’t written much lately. Not had a lot to say.
Been sleeping better. Eating better. Being better. Even got around to fixing the front door. It shuts with a proper click now. Solid. Stronger than it was before they kicked it down.
It’s been a busy few weeks. Picked up a temp job through an agency. Told myself I’d stay sharp for it, so didn’t have a drink during the contract. Not even a cheeky one. Coffee in the morning, only water the rest of the day.
Wanted to give them my best. And it worked. Came home tired every night, but clean. Not the same tiredness as before. Nothing rattling around my head at night.
They asked me to go back in a few weeks to cover a maternity leave. Feels nice being wanted. Tingly.
Treated myself to celebrate a job well done. Hired a little car and went to Skegness for the bank holiday weekend. Packed some jam sandwiches for the trip. Cut them into triangles.
It was a long drive, but the sky was just as big as I remembered it.
Had a really great time. Played games in the arcades. Ate fish and chips on a bench by the sea. Went on a roller coaster!
Met someone, too. A new friend. Not at the seaside, I think he’s moved into one of the flats upstairs. Beige suit. We’ve only chatted briefly, but it was easy. Natural. Will ask him for a pint next time I see him.
That’s a thing people do, right? I’m not staying on the wagon forever.
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