If I could pick one colour to describe my day, I don’t think it would be black. I think a kind of faded blue is more how I feel today, fairly content and peaceful but slightly washed-out.
I had a restless night’s sleep, the kind where your dreams feel like a continuation of your day at work, so so that when you wake up it takes a few seconds for the line between imagination and reality to emerge. So there was a strong TFI Friday sentiment when the alarm sounded this morning.
It must have showed, because as I stopped to buy a coffee at the train station the guy serving offered me a free croissant. I was so confused and suspicious about someone doing something nice that I tried to give it back to him. It was only afterwards that I realised I had probably been vacantly staring at the array of pastries, weighing-up the benefits versus guilt involved in eating one. Either way, the fact I hadn’t chosen it myself, or parted with any money in the process, made the whole experience all the more enjoyable.
It has been a busy day, and as I type this I’m sitting at Kings Cross station waiting for a train to take me up to Leeds for the weekend. Consequently I’m far too tired to debate the merits and drawbacks of Black Friday, suffice to say that I have had my toe stamped on several times and been poked in the side by someone’s umbrella all while innocently passing within striking distance of the Sales.
On the other hand, free baked goods and the prospect of breathing fresh Yorkshire air in just a few hours time, have made this not such a Black Friday after all.