Staying in…

… is the new going out, Google suggests.

I’m not sure about that, but today I didn’t have to go to work. So I had plans to stay in. I woke up and thought: how nice, I will light the fire and sit here in the boat, write, go to the giant Waitrose just around the corner to buy some fancy reduced food, cook, read, write a bit more, call a friend or two who are far away.

I’ve been truly enjoying my own company since I’ve moved on board. And in fact, I haven’t really been going out since before Christmas. At the risk of sounding like one of those irksome life coaches, it’s really important to be able to stay alone with your thoughts without becoming restless. It’s part of that loving-yourself business.

But then I nearly broke the key to start the engine, because I’m obviously so zen thanks to all this staying in and feeling good about myself that I turned the key with so much gentleness that I bent it. So I had to run around all day to find a replacement. Which I haven’t found. But I spoke to some lovely people during this mission. And I’m glad that people still exist and are not extinct like dinosaurs.