Other friends and colleagues that I know who have married promised sheer restlessness and distraction on return from honeymoon, a sense of anti-climax after the months of planning for the big day. I know what they mean. On the one hand, I have this wonderful sense of freedom now that both the wedding and my degree are over. For the first time in three years, I don’t have to do anything at all when I get home from work…so, in fact, I can do anything. But then, I seem to be spending most of my time wondering what to do next. It’s exciting because there are so many possibilities – Chris and I have plenty of plans – but I feel a little like I’m in a state of inertia. Lots of prospects, no impetus to actually embark upon any of them.
I had a dream last night that I was sleeping rough, next to the Glover’s Needle in Worcester (the spire, not the pub), and a man asked me why I was sleeping there when I had a perfectly good house to sleep in and I told him that I just needed to do the next thing. I have always been unable to stand still but I suppose with fewer distractions the feeling is more acute. I can never just enjoy the quiet time. I envy the fact that Chris can (although, with him, it’s fair to say that the PlayStation3 helps).
Anyway, I liked Psychoville. It was a little bit mental in the way that A League of Gentlemen was when you first saw it but stopped being after you got used to the characters. But with Dawn French in it as well, which could only ever be a good thing.