It’s nice to be home.
Ruth’s face: such a welcome sight. A lovely stew and a huge chat
about all sorts of things. Very welcome too. We ate cats’ tongues together too, and drank maté tea. We stayed up later than planned. I kind of wish I wasn’t moving out, but I will just be round the corner, and I can be here any time.
Ruth put a cat's tongue (little chocolate object) into the mouth of Horace, the skull that guards her landing with his smile. He looks a little bit like a Marx Brother now. Or Winston Churchill.
Ruth is going to take a photo of him for some little boys who were very excited to meet him last time they visited. I remember loving Ruth's visits as a child. She has such pleasure in making kids happy, and she does it really well. You'll have to imagine the cigar in this picture. If you're going to the trouble, please also imagine a label that says 'cigar' too. Thanks.
We made it back. That’s good. I thought something might stop us. Trains were delayed, then tubes, and then a bus (through which I decipher that it is not Lucy, Charlotte or Klemens who is the travel jinx, but me). Nevertheless, I made it.
A lovely afternoon with Charlotte, eating silly food in the Kaufhof café and mostly laughing. It was GOOD. The free time was delicious and all that food too. I can vouch for that. If I’m ever really hungry and kicking about in a German town, that’s where I’ll head. Thanks, Charlotte, for the tip.
I found that big, flat, soluble aspirins from Germany seem to release these weird headaches (which could be something in the migraine family, though nowhere near as harsh – I don’t get sick and I can still see – it just hurts like a bolt through the head). This is very good news. No more really nasty stuff. When they happen, a simple mega dose of soluble aspirin will help.
A great, fat, yellow moon hanging dappled in the dip down St. James’s Lane as I walked down. A beloved view on any night – the lights of East London glimmering down the hill. But with that moon on top? Just lovely. I stopped to show it some respect.
Imagine this moon about two thirds full, scooping gently upwards like a bowl to catch things in. No label necessary. Thanks.
How different things can feel one day to the next. I must remember this. Things are as they are, and I am part of them. That’s all that needs to be true.
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