Well, normally when I don’t write for a few days, I am away jetting around Europe or taking long train journeys from one country to the other. During those travels in moments of inspiration seeing a half open curtain on a high window or a blooming rose in a park I get my BB out and start to pour out epic notes as an early 20th century writer following thoughts and impressions as intricate jewellery boxes on a big mahogany chest just waiting to be packed away or opened and taken out. In a room smelling of memories carved in wood, whilst the breeze once again lifts the hem on that garment and no one knows that a moment of eternity just been caught in that glimpse. Perfect.
Well, this time something least adventures happened. I was so busy that by the end of the last 4 days by the time I got to my laptop I was half asleep. I ended up with a cold and decided not to leave the flat for the evening apart from Alpha in the next few weeks. So many things has happened meeting friends, having great conversations, second strategic meeting of The One Project, Aniko’s visit, organising the room and so much more that left me washed out with a splash of reminder of the wonderfully missed continental winters. It is -17C back home and the snow is as high as 1.5m some places. I miss The House with The Garden.
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