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Sunday Morning Mutterings – The Zen of The Rona

As you may or may not be aware, I spent most of last month recovering from what my more streetwise friends refer to as ‘The Rona’. (And no, I still can’t get that one hit wonder “My Sharona,” out of my mine when I hear that either).

Having to spend a couple of weeks in self isolation, this afforded me the opportunity for even more navel gazing than normal – and as a freelance journalist that’s saying something. Fear not, I’m not going to inflict a ‘zen of Giles ‘ on you, the basic tenets of that would probably be along the lines of at least try and make sure you’re pointing the right way up in the morning, have a reasonable stab at making deadlines and always carry a discreet bag for any spare canapés at a press function.

But I did discover a few things about myself. Firstly, if pottering around the house aimlessly was a sport, I would be a triple Olympic champion. At the start of my isolation, I made a mental list of things to get done – paintings to be hung, chapters of the novel to be planned, cat litter to be changed – that sort of thing.

None of these worthy endeavours was completed, of course. But I did manage to discover new positions to lie on the sofa…

I also considered reading some of the self improvement books that lurk, covered in dust, in the far corner of the living room. I was about to embark on expanding my consciousness when a friend delivered a superb collection of Rock biographies. I’m sure that the teachings of the great philosophers are all well and good, but I had Lemmy from Motörhead’s autobiography to get through first…

Then there was the dress sense. Normally I’m either in skull Tshirts (see Rock biographies above) or a smart suit for a Press function (and the aforementioned free food). Not being able to leave my lakeside home , however, plus the fact that ‘The Rona’ meant that I was falling asleep frequently, meant that I spent most of my time in tracksuits. I even toyed with the idea of putting on the onesie at one point. Yes. It got that desperate.

Finally, I rediscovered the awesome power of the well-timed siesta. A recent online museum has put together a list of worthy Spanish inventions, including the gyrocopter, the submarine and the Chuppa Chup, but for me the siesta beats all easily, especially in my Colombian hammock overlooking the lake.

I got so used to all of the above that I’m now trying to see which ones I can incorporate into my daily routine. I think I’ll start with the siesta…

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