Day 155 - Sandison's Ma

Light like that is precious. It filled the room. The heaviness of two quilts and a blanket is a pleasure. And on a Sunday morning, at someone else's house, even I am not going to berate myself for digging deeper and going back to sleep for a bit.


The conversation of good, intelligent, inspiring friends. To be blessed with that is a lucky thing, and I"m surrounded by it. Not only did I have another dose of Sarah Lonton (that's the benefit of staying over - you have a sleep and then you get some more), but I also had a second dose this week of Sandison. When I left Hasbro, I felt bereft of that girl. I'd seen her face most days for about three years. Now she's left too, I got to see her on Thursday and again today. And to top it off, today I GOT TO MEET HER MA! This woman is a legend. I have heard stories of her for all of those years. I have witnessed through stories a mother/daughter relationship that I admire and that gives me wonder. It was an absolute pleasure to meet her. I liked her very much. Well done all round.

Have yourself a Viking

As I was already in the Museum of London (that's where we met, before they went to the Dickens), I did a quick whizz round. I discovered that I haven't found my passion in that museum. I'm a sucker for a stuffed animal, an anatomical diagram or some weird study of sleep or a disease. Natural History, Science Museum, Wellcome Collection? Yes. But since Yorvik (which did have canned smells and Vikings - impressive when you're ten) and The London Dungeon (also ten - a photo of my head on a stick was the best thing that had ever happened to me), I haven't loved the 'how we used to live' kind of museum (if that's what you can call the LD). I did like the vox pop things at the Museum of London, though, and some of the films. I sat and watched the whole lot of clips of Londoners talking. I loved the 1960s people especially.

It was not this good. But my mat is purple.

I am newly hennaed. Plus. I did a whole yoga routine. Plus. My cobra had improved. Surprising plus. I fell asleep on the floor in the relaxation. Awkward-necked minus. Now I'm in my bed, scheming. How quickly can I do tomorrow's planning, to avoid having to make any decisions when my brain is all contrary in the morning? Let's find out.