leisure

is the name of surely one of the greatest albums of the 1990s....

you got the brilliant picture on the cover, of the crazy lady in the floral swimming cap....you got the band members sitting in some fields among some disinterested cows on the inlay...and you have she's so high, there's no other way, etc etc for your listening pleasure

it is also a common noun for something which i am finding quite hard to tackle at the moment

at times, not often,  i find myself left with an open weekend, a whole 48 hours of leisure...

its perverse, really, that one who historically has been so made up at the thought of un-booked time, so joyous at the prospect of no committments and the freedom to choose how to spend her time, can suddenly find the idea quite difficult. 

i realise more and more that my time in manchester was populated, easily-filled and pleasurable because of the sheer volume of choices open to me as to where i would go and with whom i would do what when i got there. the option of staying indoors was also pleasing, my beauty of an apartment at blair estates was a fine place to spend some coccooned time, no plans, no outings, just time, cooking, pottering and coffee....

here the options are far fewer in number, and it seems can only been elected in advance if they are to have any hope of resulting in good times....

this frustrates me and pains me slightly, i am not used to a whole weekend that centres around one plan, one pub trip, one coffee time or some such....

today i am rather feeling the lack of variety, which is bizarre, really, because today is also the day that i procured the follwing for myself:

a new phone

a new haircut

two new skirts

one pair of new trousers

one new cardigan

lots of new haircare products

lots of new skincare products

a new make-up bag

and yet you see it is newness of conversation in nice places that i most like on my weekends....so here i am and its eleven-thirty on a saturday night, kinda bored!