Nangle Natters: All by myself…

M y little sister asked me, the other day, how I had got to a place where I was happy living on my own. This is not to say that I presented myself as the all-knowing Yoda of solo-survival, but I have been quite gleefully vocal with her about how much fun it is to sing a song about dinner, whilst cooking the very same dinner. Sausages lend themselves to a lot of Beatles tunes – just saying. Anyway, I went away and gave it
a thunk.
A week later and we were talking on the phone and I told her my conclusions. Chiefly, I pontificated, it’s down to community. She lives in London and I’m in Brighton and as such I am ideally located to be able to pop out almost anytime at all and find something to do and probably someone to do it with. I have cinema friends that can separate by film genre. A swathe of pals to revel in watching comedy, music or just simply the sea with – so that when I go home and close the door it’s a simple luxury that I love every time.
Alone without being lonely. It’s a knack. And one I can thank this city for serving up to me.