Is there really such a thing as a typical day? I suppose my normal working day could be described as typical for me; Waking at six, eating, a train journey, working, eating, working…… I suppose my typical day, compared with some of society’s better known, may seem a little mundane. But you see, I like train journeys , I enjoy eating too and I certainly can’t complain about work, so my typical day is really very enjoyable.
Today, however, was not typical. It was the second of three days off. Time to potter about in the cellar and dispose of some junk, time to go for a good brisk walk with the dog and time even to take a photo or two. Perhaps not typical but most enjoyable nevertheless!
