Sometimes, on a Sunday, I have chocolate for breakfast. But not today. Instead I had marshmallow fish with a cup of coffee as I peered over the balcony at a film crew that had taken over the building for a shoot. They like doing that in my neighbourhood. They move in like an army with the attitude that they are about to save the world. They’re a big, bloody nuisance most of the time but today I didn’t care. I decided that lack of access to an exit, was a reasonable excuse not to have to go out anywhere and I wondered why one needs an excuse to stay home?
Anyway, the cat was delighted and intrigued at all the goings on and spent the morning peering out the window at the crew’s reflection in the windows of the office block next door.
In between a mini spring clean that I had got involved in, Sipho, the man who washes my car on Sundays, came in to put his washing in the machine and make himself some coffee. It’s been his routine every Sunday for the past ten years. My car certainly doesn’t need washing every week but he has no other job and while he’s in the building some of the other tenants get him to do an odd job here and there. We had another very long debate about why I don’t think he should spend the little money he has going to a witch doctor to cure his brother’s mental illness. I know I will never win the argument with him and so I have just had to accept and respect his beliefs.
Around lunch time, my mom popped over with some thai green curry she’d cooked up and we chatted about this and that before she trotted off to do whatever it is she keeps herself so busy doing. The cat was looking very disappointed that the film crew had packed up and gone so I felt obliged to spend a bit of time with her playing cat and mouse (on a string).
I then had the luxury of lying on the couch reading and half watching the women’s marathon at the London Olympics before getting up to go and experiment with a new app recommended to me by a friend(ly) blogger.
It had been a frustrating and extremely demanding week work wise and an at-home day did me good. Sometimes on a Sunday we don’t need an excuse not to go out and be busy but rather to rest the soul and recharge the batteries.