Thursday is cheesy chips day

I like Thursdays.

Me and a woman from my street who is doing a PhD go to the Gregson (pubby community centre, not to be confused with Greggs the bakers) to work.

We have a little coffee-chat-work-tea-work-chat routine going.

And we always share a big bowl of cheesy chips for lunch.

She also seems to know literally everyone in Lancaster so I get to hear the life story of anyone who comes in.

So I'm settling nicely into some sort of not-working-at-home routine. A deliberate move on my part to get myself out into the world where I can meet people:

TUESDAYS - I work at The Hub in the city centre.

WEDNESDAYS - I work at the The Hive in the countryside. I walked all the way there yesterday along the river in the sunshine (yes!) with someone else who works there who is endearingly bonkers about wildlife. She even rescued a tiny frozen snail on the path and gave it a lift on her hand to thaw it out.

Turned out it was dead.

THURSDAYS - cheesy chips day.

MONDAYS & FRIDAYS - I try to work at the University of Cumbria library, a 10-minute walk away, because there are huge windows with views of the sea and Lakeland hills.

Not bad for a woman who thought I would only ever be able to concentrate at my Witney 'work station':

on my memory foam cushion
on my wicker chair 
at my ancient clunky PC 
by my window 
with the cactus
and this view.....



I'd worked in this spot for 16 years after all.

Seems you can teach an old dog new tricks. Especially if you offer them cheesy chips.