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.




Gordie Jackson

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