I’m an angry person. I know it, my wife knows it, even my Mum knows it. And I’m told all the time that I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be so angry, I should be more relaxed, more forgiving. I should learn to let things go. And for so many years, I tried to do that. I tried to let things go; I tried to be relaxed. But I couldn’t. And all that did was make me feel guilty. Guilty that I couldn’t do what people wanted me to do. And I couldn’t be what they wanted me to be. And this guilt led to some pretty monumental feelings of inferiority. I felt so much less than everyone else. I felt like these people who were telling me to move on were somehow so much better than me. And no matter how hard I tried, I would never be like them. So forgiving and at peace.
When I was younger, a long, long time ago. My skin was really oily. Not just on my face, but all over my whole body (apart from my feet.) It was pretty gross. I spent so much money on oil papers I actually ended up using grease-proof paper because it was cheaper. But now, as an ancient 35-year-old shadow of my former self, my skin is dry.If I don’t take care of it properly, it gets flaky, itchy and annoying. And after sending hundreds of pounds on expensive creams. Lotions that claim to moisturise your skin for 48 hours, etc. I have now realised that there are only 4 things needed to keep dry skin in check.
The Coronavirus pandemic is bringing out the best and worst in the human race. Some people have risen to the challenges they are faced with. They have done it with grace and charity. There are people all over the world who are putting their own lives at risk. And their only reward is that they are helping others through a difficult time. These people are to be applauded, they are brilliant examples of humanity.But there are those who are doing the opposite. They are actively trying to make the world a worse place than it already is right now. Some are giving no thought to the vulnerable. Others are actively trying to exploit them.
Think about the times that you’re forced to spend time with your family. Christmas and Thanksgiving are the main culprits. And they’re a real treat. You’re shut in with everyone. People are getting cabin fever and getting on each other’s nerves. The little things people do can suddenly seem so fucking irritating. Like breathing.
So anyone who has read any of my other pieces about living in a van will know all about it. But for those of you who don’t, let me fill you in. My wife, cat, dog and I went full time in our van on the 1st March. We wanted to travel, see the world and explore the beauty and majesty of Great Britain. It’s now the 24th March and the country is on full lockdown. All non-essential travel has been banned. We are allowed out for one type of exercise per day and to shop for essentials.