The first cold of the winter season officially hit me, but I am still in denial. I refuse to accept it and I simply don’t want to know about the fact that I couldn’t sleep last night and had shivers and headaches in the early afternoon. The whole Love Shack smells like a menthol overdosed sauna from the Vicks VapoRub inhalation water. We had great laughs about me trying to stay under the towel for 15 minutes in sunglasses to protect my closed eyes from the strength of the camphor. Intentionally I was supposed to write the thesis in the evening, but so many things happened I had to postpone it until tomorrow morning.
A friend of mine came over and we had a cup of tea and the wonderful Patisserie Valerie cakes she brought. The melting Mille-Feuille and the sumptuous Strawberry Gateau have overseen the past 5 years since we know each other in various Patisserie Valeries in London. We talked and talked and talked and I once again got invited to visit them. There is something really precious about keeping in touch with people even when we live countries apart. I remember years ago we went to a fish restaurant on the South Bank. It was a different world for me at that time, away from the long shifts in the store and the committed lectures. It was a little island of peace. We talked for hours about life and I was refreshed. I spent my whole week food allowance, but it was worth it. I felt like a human being, not like a robot. This time we were either supposed to meet at the Dorchester for afternoon tea or at mine. We chose mine and it was more precious than anything else. Nothing can beat a friend making the effort to come to your home, not even the Dorchester.
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