“I was telling Cleggy about the difference between a friend and a true friend.”

“Oh yes? Remind me.”

“A friend will help you move house”

“Yes?”

“A true friend will help you move a body.”

“Ah yes I remember now.”

“I told Cleggy you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t remember?”

“No,  wouldn’t move a body.”

I thought about it, “No, you’re right, I wouldn’t.”

“I told Cleggy you just wouldn’t – it’s your moral compass.”

I thought about this, “Not sure about that. I think it’s just that I’ve watched too many dramas on the telly where people try and hide a body and it always ends badly.”

That was yesterday, today I have had a second thought, “Helping someone move a body does not help me to be free.”

I think this is more pertinent – I don’t think my dislike of moving bodies is just due to what telly I watch…

Freedom is a big thing – I was talking yesterday about reflection…when I take time to reflect on what is most important to me – what makes my heart soar – then being free comes quite high up my list – when I don’t it is all about eating custard – well it is this week…

So things I do that stop me being free:

over thinking

over spending

over working

Gosh that was neat – a list that just tumbled out of me – all beginning with “over”… I wonder if that’s it though? I wonder if I have stumbled on a list that holds the three most universal things that, in the West, we do to ourselves that stop us being free…