I’ve spent five complete days of hearing/reading nothing at all about Brexit or about the government’s inept attempts to run the country (or, perhaps even more worrying, witnessing the shenanigans of those who see themselves as the next Prime Minister).
For the past five days*, I have also gone without lots of the things that many people would regard as ‘essential’ in order to sustain ‘civilised’ life, including:
1. No internet
2. No television
3. No radio
4. No facebook
5. No emails
6. No phonecalls
7. No music (apart from humming to myself)
8. No newspapers (I’d originally planned to buy myself a daily paper but, in the end, decided not to bother)
9. No news, no media, no sport updates etc etc (if the world was coming to an end, Moira would have told me… probably?).
I wasn’t
attempting to prove anything to myself by this self-imposed regime (I could
have accessed all of the above, if I’d really wanted)… but it was a strangely
liberating experience. I don’t own a smart phone (my mobile is VERY basic!) and
so have never been one of those people who, it seems, spend much of
their waking hours staring at a tiny screen…
The whole
experience has made me even more aware of how self-contained (some would
perhaps describe it as ‘potentially reclusive’!) my life has become. Simple pleasures… gentle rhythm of life.
PS: *actually, we were away for 7 days, but two of those were partially spent travelling… and reading newspapers!)
Photo: breakfast at Porthmeor Beach Café, overlooking the Atlantic… as you do.
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