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I woke up wondering where that probably still drunk man woke up this morning. I presume he wasn't heading for Stevenage as he was reluctant to leave the train at that point, but I doubt he got on a later train. I doubt he remembers much about last night wherever he is. My best guess is a police cell in Stevenage. Or a bush in Stevenage. I hope he's all right. He made me scared, he made me laugh, he made me feel sorry for him and wonder why he is so troubled, he made me very happy he was gone. In another life we could have been friends. Admittedly a life where a lot more had gone wrong for me, but I am thankful for my good fortune.
I woke up in my bed at almost 9am. My children were elsewhere (hopefully someone is looking after them) and so the smaller one (I forget their name and gender) hadn't come in at 6am demanding Rice Krispie shapes and Youtube. Why can't every morning be like this? I don't have good fortune at all. I wish I was that bald man in a Stevenage bush/morgue. He can sleep forever.
Anyway the kids weren't coming back until after lunch so I had the whole morning to do anything I wanted. And what I wanted to do was stay in bed for as long as I could. It was glorious and as usual made me regret the thousand or so Sunday mornings like this that I had before I had kids and did not appreciate AT ALL. Imagine not appreciating the best thing in the world. Getting to do it 1000 times and even feel like it was a waste. Only noticing how great it was when you can only do it once a year.
We watched some telly, I played some poker, I snoozed and I only got up around lunchtime so I could go an pick up some pizzas. Then I got back into bed and we ate pizza.
If you don't have kids or don't like the ones you have so you stay away from them, then please make the most of your time, by either getting very drunk and trying to fight everyone on a train or staying in bed as long as you possibly can. By the time my kids have left home I will be, at best 68 and it will be too late for me to have any fun. Eating a pizza at 58 made me feel bloated and sick. Imagine how awful it will be when I am 70.
That pizza will set my diet back a week, but maybe I have to accept that the next fortnight might see a mini-slide back. It's amazing how good and how bad it made me feel. When I got back into bed tonight (after a brief stint out of bed) there were lots of crumbs. But the crumbs signified freedom and the most debauched thing I have ever done in bed. You've got to have a little fun. So eat pizza (occasionally) while your body can still just about take it. There may be other things you should do, but I don't remember what those are.
