Willow was sleeping on my head when I woke up so had to prise my hair from under her to sit up. My back aches a bit which means I probably slept using my superman pose. I ‘shoo’ Willow off and lie back down to hug my knees, one at a time.
I do a ‘spine roll’ to stand up and get dressed. I do the bathroom thing and decide I’m almost out of toothpaste, which means a trip to Bunnies. I check other cupboards while I’m brushing my teeth to see what else I need. Just that really, there’s nothing I need.
There was a time I’d have about three of everything, on account of my work and travel. I’d stay in hotels for weeks at a time, and of course buy what I’d forgotten to pack. I had a makeup bag full of complimentary sewing kits, complimentary nail files, complimentary hand cream. On Fridays I’d get home, hoist my suitcase on to the top of the washing machine, empty everything into the machine and on Sunday nights, I’d fold it all back in again. That was my calendar for many years. I kept all that tatt. Throwing, donating or selling everything I had was a liberating experience.
While the coffee’s on I check the beverage cupboard. I’m almost out of chamomile – which I’m never surprised about, given that I have a nightly builders mug of it, using two bags. Always loved it, probably on account of the fact that I used to eat daisies as a kid. Pick the petals off and eat the yellow bit. I still would today, if I found the right daisy. Years ago, before I got into Herbalism, I’d order I teapot of chamomile at the hotel restaurant with my breakfast, then arriving at work I’d order a ‘venti’ sized chamomile. Then wonder why I was falling asleep at my desk at two p.m.
I debate whether I want to drive down to Bunnies and then come back and do a bit of yoga on the beach when I get back. I’d have to walk on the road as I’m not sure there’s an exit path from the beach that far down, the only one I know is really steep – the last time I used it I’d take three steps forward up the sand and slide five steps back like some evil stair-climber machine. Nah, it’s too early for that. High tide’s at three ish today so maybe I’ll scout out some beach exits later.
Slipping on my flip-flops and grab my keys for the toothpaste-and-tea run.