Day 506: Can You Feel It?

Can you, though?

Taxi at the crack of dawn - actually before - dawn is far from cracking and I'm already on the train. Heart FM on loud in the cab. I fought it for a while, imagining what my life would be like if i had that blasting out all the time, with ads for Brighton Marina gold card and 'bubbly' female voices trying to sell me shit constantly. Then 'Can You Feel It' came on. I gave in. I remembered a Derren Brown show that used that song (among other things) to set people up to rob a security van. I paid for my taxi and even tipped the guy, so I'm feeling good and I did wonder about a little dance in the back.

Spanish Mountain Dawn

I caught the dawn yesterday - another early start for a job. It reminds me how much I love witnessing the dawn. It seems that for me, getting out of bed is a bit of an issue whatever time of day, so it might as well be early. Then you get a bit of dawn. If I'm lucky, I'm in the water some time about then, becoming hardy. It's great to get lots and lots of sleep sometimes, and it would be better still if I could get into going to bed earlier so that I get it, and still get to see the sun come up. I'll get there.

My psyche

I've just said no thank you to a fabulous offer of a whole house for a fabulous price for three months, belonging to a valued friend. It's such a good offer, I can't believe I've done that, but I have to trust my instinct.. eeee. This is the scary bit. I am, though, hugely grateful for the offer, the generosity and the opportunity. I'm still hankering after Spanish mountains, for some reason... and there's me worried about being lonely. The psyche is a complicated little bugger, isn't it?

Great job yesterday, very satisfying, with lovely, lovely people (thanks Neil, Amy, brilliant participants). And I came home with a sack of fruit, including the biggest pineapple I've ever seen, a persimmon, passion fruits and physalis (which I realise I have always thought of as syphilis) and lots more. Thanks, Frank. You rock, collectively and individually. 

Hut

Now Strasbourg. Fantastic company, a slick journey, lots of playing, lots of languages and a generally jolly good time. It's been a behemoth of a day, but I've loved it all. I've wept with laughter at least twice and come close too many times to count. I've learnt tongue-twisters that'll make your face fall off. I've eaten fabulous food. I've travelled for miles and acquired some very useful little bottles. And all this is 'work'. Fuck, yeah!