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Two shots that my Dad just sent my of spring at my folks house.
Meanwhile in London I have seen the first couple of leaves turn on some fruit trees around the place, and the air is getting a nice freshness to it. I am all for winter now - it is a totally good idea. I bought a new long creamy coloured swishy woolen coat last week and a pair of choclatey rich woolen trousers and so I am going to hit winter with aplomb and fists swinging.
Yesterday I went for a wander around Portabello markets. This is no mean feat. The markets stretch for about five blocks or so and are just crammed to brimming with all sorts of stuff. I got a bit overwhelmed and called it a day at about 2.30pm. Then the Gods of Public Transport decided to have a bit of fun with me and I didn't get home until 5.15pm (this is for a trip that had taken 30mins to get there and should just be two short tube rides). I actually at one point had tears of frustration in my eyes and I kicked an inanimate object which is just so very very not like me at all. Lines were down, my ticket ran out in the middle of the journey and I had to go refresh, bus tickets screwed up, and every thing that could go wrong did. It was horrendous!
On the job front, I still haven't heard back with a final written offer, although the recruitment lady has been very helpful with lots of phone calls. So I am sitting on my hands waiting... A bit painful, but I am trying to savour the calm before the storm.
In other entirely unrelated news, there was a naked man on Effra Road last week when I was walking out for a run around the park. Just standing there, willy to the breeze. This is a pretty busy road, mind, not some back street, and people were just walking around him or driving past and he just carried on with his standing. Hmmm. Also on the way back a man was laying down outside a pub on his back with an ambulance pulled up beside him yelling at the top of his lungs and shaking his fist at the ambulance man. Brixton is like a carnival always. I have never lived anywhere like it. I am coming to really love the bizarreness. It is so reliably bizarre, that I breath a sigh of relief when I get back here, like, "Ahhhhh.... back to the insanity. Thank God."
Meanwhile in London I have seen the first couple of leaves turn on some fruit trees around the place, and the air is getting a nice freshness to it. I am all for winter now - it is a totally good idea. I bought a new long creamy coloured swishy woolen coat last week and a pair of choclatey rich woolen trousers and so I am going to hit winter with aplomb and fists swinging.
Yesterday I went for a wander around Portabello markets. This is no mean feat. The markets stretch for about five blocks or so and are just crammed to brimming with all sorts of stuff. I got a bit overwhelmed and called it a day at about 2.30pm. Then the Gods of Public Transport decided to have a bit of fun with me and I didn't get home until 5.15pm (this is for a trip that had taken 30mins to get there and should just be two short tube rides). I actually at one point had tears of frustration in my eyes and I kicked an inanimate object which is just so very very not like me at all. Lines were down, my ticket ran out in the middle of the journey and I had to go refresh, bus tickets screwed up, and every thing that could go wrong did. It was horrendous!
On the job front, I still haven't heard back with a final written offer, although the recruitment lady has been very helpful with lots of phone calls. So I am sitting on my hands waiting... A bit painful, but I am trying to savour the calm before the storm.
In other entirely unrelated news, there was a naked man on Effra Road last week when I was walking out for a run around the park. Just standing there, willy to the breeze. This is a pretty busy road, mind, not some back street, and people were just walking around him or driving past and he just carried on with his standing. Hmmm. Also on the way back a man was laying down outside a pub on his back with an ambulance pulled up beside him yelling at the top of his lungs and shaking his fist at the ambulance man. Brixton is like a carnival always. I have never lived anywhere like it. I am coming to really love the bizarreness. It is so reliably bizarre, that I breath a sigh of relief when I get back here, like, "Ahhhhh.... back to the insanity. Thank God."
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