Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Latibule


Latibule (n). a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.

My favourite hiding place is my bed, especially just after I've put new bedding on and if I have my hot water bottle. I love to pull the covers right up under my chin and curl up. But last week, I found a new hiding place in the form of the empty office next door to mine. There was a meeting going on in our usual break room and I didn't want to sit at my desk, so I took a walk to get some food. On my way back, I passed the empty office next door. I've known it was empty for a while but on this day, the door was open and before I even really knew what I was doing, I walked inside and sat down. That hour of complete peace and quiet was bliss. It's hard to completely relax in our break room because you can still hear the phones ringing, or you can't escape forced conversation with other colleagues on their lunch too. 

I'm quite content with my own company - cut me in two and you would find the word 'introvert' written through me like a stick of rock - and in my new found hiding place, there's no one else to interrupt the quiet, or make me feel like I'm being antisocial for wanting to just read and not talk. I've always been okay on my own, but I'm finding myself especially reluctant to be around people at the moment; my confidence has taken some big knocks in recent months and I just find it easier to be by myself. I think it did me some good to take that time out in the middle of the day for a real breather - not sat in a noisy coffee shop, or wandering around outside. I don't know how long that office will be empty for but as long as it is, I'll be using it as my lunchtime latibule.

Image via Unsplash.

Thursday, 14 January 2016

Always


Another light went out in the world today, and it was a bright one. I was shocked and deeply saddened to hear of Alan Rickman's passing. I could not believe what I was reading. It was only a couple of weeks ago that Paul and I visited the Warner Bros Studio Tour and while I was there, I found myself thinking that if only I could bottle the feeling I have whenever I visit. It is one of my happiest happy places, there where my favourite stories came to life. That feeling is thanks in part to Alan Rickman.

You only need to have a quick scroll through any social media today to see that he was admired by many people for many different reasons and roles, but to me he will always be Severus Snape. Anyone who holds Harry Potter as close to their heart as I do will understand how special and important those stories and characters are. We grew up with them and their on-screen incarnations. One of the greatest gifts an actor can give is to bring a beloved character to life, and to do them justice. Snape was in safe hands, always.

Rest in peace, Mr Rickman. I raise my wand to the sky for you. Thank you for being our Snape.