Day 583: With Beard

Oh god that dog. It nearly wagged itself off the ground when I came home, like a tiny helicopter. He has been washed, and my nuzzling now releases a Timotei tang. Today, I managed to resist eating the dog again. Today is a good day. 

Neil Bett - always an absolute delight. Charles - a brand new delight. A day cancelled on full pay tomorrow - another joy, and a first for this company. Very happy, as work was threatening to eat my brains. 

Thank you, Internet, for 'Your Favourite Disney Princesses with Beards'. I am ashamed of myself for spending even minutes of my life viewing such tosh, but I am grateful for the people that post their creativity into making it. It was on a par with 'Ryan Gosling doesn't want to eat his cereal'. Oh god.


I got to see Mirjam Lencarelli, yoga goddess, in Zurich. I played in said city with LOVELY people and experienced a Wandsworth penthouse flat and a runnish dog. I moved house. I met lovely Luis, staying in the house, ex half owner of the cutest sausage dog ever. I will get to see Catherine and Caroline and Fiona - all yoga beauties. I had a strange letter which I think I'm pleased about. I've had lovely offers of work. 

I've laughed out loud loads. I've had more life stories from strangers. I've coached and been coached. I've made changes. I'm excited. And grateful. So grateful.

Oh, and Victoria Sandison is coming
home - for a little while!

So many tiny things, but one that stands out - being called over to smell a hyacinth by a lady at the pond. I'd have walked past it. I wouldn't have stopped. It was rich and exotic and heady and it absolutely made my day. Thanks, for the tip, for the flowers, for the growing of it and the caring for it and for just that moment, in the post water glow, sharing a sweet scent with some warm people. Magical.