Last night I downloaded all ten seasons of Criminal Minds to my Sky+ box. We only have the one television, in the front room, although we stream a lot of stuff to laptops, iPads etc. I’ve noticed that I am spending more time upstairs in my bedroom than I am downstairs, and this was part of a concerted effort to start living in all of my house. I love Criminal Minds, and I have several crochet projects on the go – a perfect combination for some lazy but productive time on the sofa.
Except it didn’t work. I don’t know why not, I only know that downstairs isn’t safe for more than a few minutes. I also don’t know quite what I mean by ‘isn’t safe’, just that it isn’t. Upstairs, however, is much safer. Not safe, but safer. I gave up on Criminal Minds and relocated to my bed – not in it but on it – and set Netflix up on the iPad instead. The crochet came with me.
I am annoyed that I can’t be downstairs – I love my front room and currently only pass through it on my way to the kettle and the garden. Being hidden away upstairs feels somehow lazy and decadent all at the same time and, although I feel more comfortable now I have relocated, I am also pretty miserable. I don’t like it when my plans don’t work.
Still, tomorrow is another day and I will try again. I seem to have a lot of things to work on all at once.