Butterless
Fantasised about bread and butter all morning. Arrived at my lunch place and realised I’ve forgotten my butter. Butter, bread misses you!
Gare de Nord in Paris, hope, hope, hope I will be arriving here on a train some time this summer :)
Weekend
Included: Shutter Island, a picnic, Reculver, dusk in the woods, nightjars, walking, the garden, spaghetti, tidying and Mad Men. Wonderful.
Sooooooo tired. Can I even be bothered to wash my face before I go to bed? Hmmm…
Filling myself up on carrots and a 35p packet of ginger biscuits. Worried I’ve committed to too many things again :(
The tree that rained blossoms on me
I could have continued spring cleaning, finished my hummer or rabbit, researched Cornwall, uploaded photos, done photography work, budgeted, chose a camera etc. instead the newly arrived heat induced lethargy and I dozed for an hour and then listened to music. Ah well, all plans on hold for the nice weather I guess, although I do wish some of my work productivity would spill over into my real life…
How easy it seems to be to dissect other people’s relationship issues, to simplify them and turn them into black and white problems with clear solutions. How love obfuscates our reasoning. I can’t offer a solution to your mess, just sympathy.
