Sometimes it feels like I’m sleepwalking through life. This last week or two I’ve been unable to shake off feelings of bone deep tiredness and what’s-the-pointness. I can talk sense to myself, I can see fixes for the problem, but actually making the first move in the game is hard work. Of all the things I’ve repeatedly instructed myself to do, I have only ticked one off successfully this week, but it is a significant milestone for me. I rode my bike to and from work for the first time, and not only that, I also took it on a jaunt round Tiergarten and to the shops. It’s a good way to travel when the sun is shining, but country mouse that I am, I do find negotiating my way through the traffic and unfamiliar roads more than a little terrifying. Practice needed, that’s the ting.
Anyway, this week I had my last oh-my-god-it’s-too-early class for a while, I get a 7 week break (woo!). Happily the class went well and I had the bonus of being able to go home for a nap before my afternoon class. Such joy. Perhaps it opened my eyes a little wider because I found myself noticing lots of unfamiliar little bits and bobs on my very familiar walk home from the station. For example, I have wandered past this shutter plenty of times.
but this time it seemed a little different. The strange thing is that I can’t remember exactly how it was before so I can’t decide how much of it, if any, is new. It might be the big black letters, the man in red or the cut&go box and tag, which I rather like.
I find it very frustrating that I can’t remember in enough detail, my shocking memory is without doubt one of the most irritating and at times saddening things in my life. However, I’m fairly sure that I wouldn’t have forgotten this little guy who is diligently painting the mucky wall so he must be new. He’s bottom left in the first picture, can you see him? He’s tiny and blends in well but when you get up close and personal he’s pretty fantastic.