Sometimes London is  hard work. Especially getting about. You get up and think, how about going to the V&A or Regents Park, or the River  and then you imagine all the people on the tube and the crowds everywhere, and the  loud European students and the  blocks of tourists who don’t know where they are going, standing still at  all the entrances and just by the doors, and the school trips in the museums and at the zoo, so if you are feeling a bit tired, you think, actually I would rather just stay local and have a cuppa in my manor, my village… I’ll go to Holloway instead. I have just started reading a book that a dear friend gave me called….wait for it. The Days and Nights of London Now – As Told by Those Who Love it, Hate it, Live it, Left it and Long for it. LONDONERS – by a Canadian Londoner called Craig Taylor (Granta).  The book is full of interviews, I read the first 50 pages yesterday, but am finding it a really inspiring and poignant read. Whether I will be able to sit still long enough to read it all….let’s see.

Today I woke up and felt the need to live in a small community by the sea with a good health food shop, fruit and veg shop, butchers, charity shop, book shop and tea shop.  It usually  happens when I have a little window to think in between working mostly all the time. Ah well. You never know what will be just around the corner if you write what you are thinking , then say aloud what you are writing , then act…..Right oh. Back to the clutter clearing.

SONG OF THE DAY – Our House – Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

Gulp, little lump in the throat when I hear this song.