Being still a little poorly, I quite appreciated having a hot shower last night. Yesterday was such a fine day there was plenty of solar heated water. Still no need to turn on the hot water cylinder. I must have reached some kind of watershed point too, because for the first time since I have been here, I found myself singing in the shower. The accoustics in my tile and glass bathroom are excellent. Far superior to my NZ studio. The neighbours are lucky.
Checking out the bit between departure and arrival. I hope I never get there.
This is a journal more than a blog.
Very self-centred. It is written for some future me. I am not looking for a following. You may read it. Please comment, but please don't judge. I write about what interests me, concerns me, and a bit about what happens to me. I hope some of it interests or entertains you.I should probably have titled this blog "Shit Happens". Because it does.
Sometimes I quote a song or some poetry, either just because I really like it, or because it expresses something I cannot put as eloquently into my own words. Occasionally i am brave enough to publish one of my own.
Hodophilia 