Day 350 – 351 Big Things in a Small Place

350: Finally, I can rest a little bit before going back to my parents to feed the animals. 351: The hottest day of the summer so far and after some air ventilated sleep it is a lot easier to write. There is so much happening in this little place. Of course the scale of everyday life comparing to that of London is closed in a smaller space and time. And it has a certain charm, whilst we discuss the small things of life, which is great in that moment and have more importance than making decisions in the parliament. The piano is assembled and has its place in the music-library room. Once we finished with mum she said with a huge smile, it looked like an artistic corner. We had a coffee and spent some time to explore the instrument. When I came upstairs a couple of hours later, the carpet was burning my feet and the heat was unbearable. The studio still looks like a bombsite. I have a whole day tomorrow to make it safe and comfortable for Ruth’s visit. I also need to find time to sit down and write down some of the ideas I talked to Angela about. And I really need to make that a priority on Wednesday, otherwise it is the same as ever in London, where many things fought against what was really important for me: practising the skills I’ve learnt and was born with me.