Day 303: Turkey-Giggler

Two confessions. One: I am a sugar whore. Two: I watched the turkey-giggler again. Number one did not make me happy, but number two did. Ridiculously happy. I will laugh with that giggling man and those gobbling turkeys until it's not funny any more. I don't know when that will be. The best thing about it is that it's not actually funny in any clever kind of way, but it does make me laugh every time. AND it's the only YouTube clip I know with a tag in Arabic. That pleases me too. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9lT3wZNWw4&feature=youtu.be

Like this but misty

I had a lovely time this morning swimming with a stranger. Good conversation, good times. There was pond mist, as if on command. There were very few people. The Heath was it's beautiful self, but baskier because of all that sun. Very nice. And then I did more washing that a person should think possible and a tiny bit of work. And I walked around in my knickers a lot because it was so hot upstairs. 

Ms Wax

Ms Ruby Wax entertained and educated us tonight, but not before we got to visit Julian's amazing work space in Southwark. Just lovely. Delta 7. Check them out. They rock. http://www.delta7.com

Wooooo hoooooooooo!

We'll have a worky meeting next week. Today, we ate a magical stew made by Emily, with salad on top and grapefruit juice on the side. Then we went to see Ruby's dissertation piece on mindfulness. It was well-constructed, funny and quite educational. There was even a meditation in it, but the room was so hot that it was a struggle. As is staying awake. It's time.