Nothing like the river air and St. Paul chiming across the London Fog to wake me up on a lazy Sunday morning. I’ve taken an accidental break from writing. Don’t be too hard on me; there’s been a lot of other writing, mainly academic, to do.
Now, if you’ve forgiven me, I’ll show you life as I now know it, in excerpts from the journal I keep.
How do I always end up on this armchair?
Just bought a sweater the size of a small house.
Don’t want to bother talking to people.
(No time for coffee *sob*)
Never too much coffee or too many sofas.
‘Casablanca’ is a GREAT film.
December! Shit weather.
Walked 7 miles today. 7 MILES. Why? Just ’cause.
Ignored life and all things in favour of Hugh Grant till 3AM.
One of those moments beyond conversation. When the song says, it’s three in the morning, and you look at the clock and it is exactly 3AM.
I should probably have a hangover but I have a coffee & a croissant instead.