Missed Opportunities
So, let's be clear so as to ensure minimal confusion later on - top of my list for what I will do post-pandemic is to give every single person I’ve not seen a big hug. Next up is the pub. And then pretty much this on loop for several weeks.
But there’s another list, isn’t there? There’s a poorly kept secret list that we’re also working on. Because oh my goodness there are a few things I am missing a lot right now.
McDonalds. Medium fries, small cheeseburger & a diet coke. The soft cuddle of fast convenient food from our friends at the golden arches. I reckon even those proclaiming they never touch McDonalds have their own fast food food of pleasure, and that it’s a McDonalds.
Being alone. And I do apologise to those who are currently alone without choice. I understand this is a very difficult time for a lot of people. However, I am craving a bit of my own time.
Being in a crowd. I want to be part of a noisy, rowdy crowd that adheres to silent British values of tutting, not complaining, queuing & walking on the left hand side.
Sports. TMS, F1, rugby, Olympics…I want all of it. Not because I’m a huge fan but because I enjoy the community and familiarity of it.
Going home after a social event. The sweet elixir of leaving the party and heading on back to the bliss of your own home. That and the ‘final’ drink you have on arrival.
Not getting the daily BBC Conservative News Update reminder. For many many many obvious reasons.
Walking past busy pubs. And having this conversation - gosh the pub is good isn’t it, should I just nip in and have a pint?, no best not as that’s a bit well a bit much, but I must get down there soon, oh aren’t pubs great. And then trying and failing to organise a simple pint at the pub and finding it impossible to get anyone on board. And then every once in a while it just comes together and you get that pint in a proper pub with a proper mate and it’s wonderful, isn’t it?
Not going places. You know that great thing on at the V&A? And making the plan and the route there and the place for lunch and then not going because of some pathetic reason. I miss that.
Pret. And all that sail in her.
Idling in supermarkets. Having a good session in a mega-store. Slowly going up and down the isles. Inventing brilliant dinner parties where you cook up something simple but somehow also intricate and complicated. Pretending you can afford the top shelf wine and all the fancy spirits. Falling in love with fresh produce because it’s wonderful. The indecision in the crisp aisle. Fresh fish from the fishmonger. Freshly cooked bread. It’s not the cinemas I’m missing, it's that massive Asda store on the Old Kent Road.
