“I have no profession. My attitude – quite indefensible – is that, if I trouble no one, I may do as I like. It is, I dare say, an example of my decadence.” The character Cecil Vyse, from EM Forster’s “A room with a view”.
In her introduction to the weekend theme, ANTICIPATION, Sidey writes about the eagerness with which the ‘formally employed’ look forward to weekends. As a freelancer, my weeks don’t have this structure; my life ‘is one’ and I work when I have assignments, 7 days a week. However, at this time of the year, I am idle. Things have ground to a halt pending the start of the holidays, and weekends are my own. With the ballet season over, even my parental-taxi-service is no longer needed …
This weekend I am home alone; something my friends find alarming. They besiege me with invitations to visit and entreaties to ‘get out of the house’. They don’t understand how I delight in the prospect of 48 hours in which to indulge in indefensible hedonism.
I can take a salad out into the garden and pick at it while I dead-head the roses, slowly; so slowly that the avocado will turn brown in the heat.
If I want to, I can doze all afternoon under an umbrella on a lawn chair, dipping into a book from time to time. I can have a sundowner in the pyjamas I haven’t changed out of all day, if that is what I want.
But I don’t do these things. I am a good girl, raised Methodist. The bed is neatly made by7am (sans dog hairs), there’s a pot of tomato sauce simmering on the stove for bulk-freezing later and I am off to tidy my linen cupboard. The devil, they say, makes work for idle hands.