Missed two days blogging for not very exciting reasons, I had a toothache on Monday night and the symptoms of a cold yesterday. I feel better this evening thank God and the Paracetamol I’ve been taking. East London had been showered with rain several times today, but I fought back with some hot chocolate so all was well.
Life is busy, people around me are planning: Izzy the wedding, London the Olympics, friends are excited about their tickets and I got invited for dinner on Saturday, which is really precious to me. I always feel special when I get invited to a home and get cooked for. I’ve been thinking about The House with The Garden today, I wonder if any of the bulbs are out yet, but probably not as it was -8C yesterday and possible -10C today. The parks around here are all dressed in yellow and purple. The daffodils and crocuses are taking over the winter land and I love it.
It is 21.12pm and I would like to write to friends I haven’t heard from for a long time, those who I worked or studied with and those whom I met on special occasions. I would like to write to friends, who live in Alaska, America and Sierra Leon, but my eyes are heavy from the daily routine. Is this how we lose people? We are heavy from the daily routine or just simply busy. We need time for ourselves and our family first and everything else comes after that. But the precious memories of the past and the thought that they are out there won’t let me forget about them until I write. And this is a blessing.
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