We’ve been running this business of our’s since 1995. That’s a lot of years of being self-employed. And I’ve said before that occasionally the line between being self-employed and unemployed is a fairly thin one! But mostly we’ve done fine, like now, with a reasonable amount of work and possibilities around. And of course it’s work we love too.
So I don’t often think back to the days of having a job. But I did today, after yesterday’s post about walking around Liverpool in my lunch hours in the early 90s looking for new music. Because I think the only thing I really miss about having a job is the lunch hours.
It’s not that we don’t have lunch. It’s more that one of us gets something ready, we eat it and then get back to whatever we’ve been working on. So there’s no hour of aimless meandering. Which I kind of miss.
I’d had a run early on, then come home and worked. And had forgotten, as I got involved in what I was doing, that there was a spectacularly beautiful early spring day going on outside. Sarah was out working elsewhere all day, so there was no one to say ‘Why don’t you go out for a bit?’ But eventually the strength of the sun shining through our studio window must have penetrated my consciousness, because I decided to have a lunch hour.
So I made sandwiches, packed some water, my camera and a book, and set off, meandering in the sunshine.
I turn into Calderstones Park. Where late Winter is giving way to early Spring.
And I find one of my ‘other’ studios. I have them dotted around Liverpool. Other places where I come and work sometimes. Because sometimes it’s good to move around and have new thoughts in new places.
I could say this place was named after a sense of place, though of course that’s not true. That is my bench, though, in the foreground there. So I do think of here as ‘my’ place.
And I could tell you I brought some work with me for after lunch. But I didn’t. It was a proper lunch hour, with time for reading as well as meandering. So I was reading this.
A tremendous polemic about how un-free we really are in an age of apparent freedom. How extreme religious groups, dictators and our financial and legal systems are attacking and censoring our rights to free speech. I highly recommend it.
And on the way out of Calderstones I pass the lovely Mansion House, soon to be occupied and transformed by The Reader Organisation.
And on the way home call in at the Library for a new book in case the present ones run out some time tomorrow. The Library’s closed on Thursdays now, you see. Something to do with saving the Economy. Hmm.
Then I arrive back here around 3 o’clock. The late, long lunch hour over. And work happily into the evening.
Having a lunch hour (or two) on days like these is a good idea.
Oh and ‘On days like these’ is a wonderful song too.