The first of many posts from the sometimes inflammatory and often funny, Benjamin John Jones. Here he reflects upon Simon & Garfunkel in philosophical style. Enjoy.
I didn’t realise that I had a Saturday morning ritual until I moved in with my partner. Before then I’d just managed to get on with it without reflection, missing it whenever I was over at hers or she was at mine. When we moved in together and our lives blurred, she noticed that I did the same thing every Saturday. I’d wake up and make a pot of coffee and pick a record, doing little more than listening to it in silence with a cat on my lap or standing in front of the record player. It was a way to just let everything soak in, settle down and gear up. It was the strange moment of stasis I had before the day began and I gradually moved towards Monday. My partner will be upstairs sleeping or getting ready for the day. I get a brief moment of my…
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