I went to Belfast, this evening, to see a rendition of Handel's Messiah at a Chapel; representing the Markets area. In the end, I left forty minutes into the act. Anxiety about getting a train back to Portadown, full of drunkards from the Christmas Market. But I got home.
Though, I was early enough for the 6 pm Mass at that Chapel. Before the Mass began, I talked to the man beside me. He was a Black Cab Driver, throughout the Troubles. He was talking to me, first, as if I was a local. He mentioned how a Chap from a specific family there got to be Altar boy as a kid. However, I was glad the way the conversation went.
And, on the train back, I spoke to two old ladies getting off at Lambeg. Also good to have been there.
Anxiety really dictates my time out. But there are opportunities, nevertheless.