It’s not a night for a walk, or late night shopping. Or visiting friends or family. It’s a night for being antisocial. Antisocial with a glass of wine, or a can of beer or whatever you have in the fridge or rack. Antisocial by the fire with your favourite tipple and that book you haven’t had a chance to read, you know the one that has been catching your eye for days?
Forget about Facebook for a night, it’s not going anywhere. The same cute pictures of cats and dogs and dancing lambs will be there to greet you tomorrow. No one will take it badly if you don’t like the photo of their kid dressed as one of the Walking Dead within the first hour of it being posted.
Sit yourself down there on the couch, kick off the miscellaneous toys, secondary school books, dog toys and that odd sock that has appeared out of nowhere.
And read your book. Just block everything out and read. Forget about the ESB bill that’s overdue, the washing sitting in the machine that you should really take out in case it smells, forget about the rain that’s washing down the windows in rivulets and the wind that’s getting up.
Watch the fire, really watch the fire. Have you ever noticed how many colours you can see? Those reds, oranges and yellow, the turf smoldering away. It’s mesmerising isn’t it? And in watching and staring at the flames as they rise and fall casting shadows across the hearth you will find a peace in yourself. Peace to be yourself.
Sit back and enjoy. You deserve it
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