dive out of bed on a duvet day

to go a-wandering

away from your comfort zone.

 

do these things in order:

put your worries in the wash

drink two too many coffees

skip the organic muesli

fill up on a full fat fry up  

then go...only don't leave 

without sensible shoes and 

clean undies (you never know).

 

follow the route I gave you,

1hr 42mins should do it, 82.6 

miles to the base of the mountain.

 

park up. climb, climb as if it's 

your last day on earth; at 1,832 feet 

carve your name on a dead tree and 

laugh like a drain as you imagine 

Sir Edmund Hillary singing "climb 

ev'ry mountain" whilst doing a John

Cleese silly walk and having the

thought that nothing really matters.

 

by the time you hit the summit at 

3,213 feet you'll sense Sartre's being 

and nothingness. catch your breath.

stand up, strip off (who cares, no-one's there)

and dance like no-one's watching, 

it's just you skiving off on a duvet day.

 

and here's the Sting,

I'll be watching you.