Bothered

Gordie Jackson
2 min readDec 4, 2020
Photo by Charlie Marusiak on Unsplash

I get an idea in my head, I will finish by mid-afternoon. I will celebrate the end of lockdown by getting my haircut, have a coffee somewhere and maybe watch a film at the Odyssey. Mid-afternoon came and I was still struggling through.

It was 5 30 pm and although no longer mid-afternoon I felt I was ahead of myself when I came upon a few questions that irked me. I contrasted the irritability I was feeling with the lightness I felt last Friday when I decided to start video calling people.

It tells me that my life can get too full and when it gets too full I am not as light as I like to be.

I did get my haircut but the traffic on the way was bothering me. I know when traffic bothers me that I am not as light as I like to be.

The barber was still open when I got there as the clock approach 6. Then I noticed the cold, it doesn’t normally bother me but it did. I decided not to hang around and I didn't go to enquire at the Cinema.

Neither did I want to go straight home so I called in at the Cafe for a pot of tea and a mince pie for only a pound extra. Clara looks after me so I got it heated with a little cream on the side.

Ciara was already home occupying herself with a facetime chat. I turned on Radio 3 and browsed through Saturday’s paper. The music was good, I was paying it attention.

Will I flip open the lap tap tomorrow and complete some of those, ‘don’t forget reminders’. I shouldn’t have to even think about it but I am and there goes another struggle. Maybe it is better to decide and waste no time on the struggle. Something will determine what happens just like that haircut.

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Gordie Jackson

Speaks with a Northern Irish accent, lives in Hertfordshire, England.