Day 606: Grump-cheeks

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I have some sad in me today, and some happy too, and DEFINITELY some grump and partly some warm.

The sun was kind today, and my thick socks were too thick, my boffing boots far too boffing for the warmth of the streets. 

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Technologically, today has been tricky. Internet-free in the flat should be good, but there are a few things I really need to research. I carried my big computer out on a trip, but my big computer died. Oh, too dramatic, it went to sleep, or maybe into a coma, you might say. So I took it home and the familiar setting helped it remember its name and purpose - either that or waggling the wires.

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I say 'home'. My flat in Scotland. I love it. I came up here to sell it and I find that, in a parallel universe, I'd move up here in the irritable flick of a badger's tail. It's tall-ceilinged and roomy, old and full of style, quirky and wooded. I feel at home (t)here. Whatever action, or lack of it, that entails, it's good to know. My life is in London right now, but here is this, this home, and there's another life in that. 

I'm touched and delighted by Fiona's excitement and glee at the TEDx thing. I'm unsure (of course) and nervous, but that's the same for everyone, I'd imagine, for their first... or for many, at least. And having her there and excited for me, and for herself, is already a glorious gift. 

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I didn't remember to smell the flowers today. I did manage to resist a flick of my own angry tail - something that seemed like pretty disrespectful stuff to me, but probably no more than inconsiderate in the simplest form of the word, and no doubt worsened by my innate grump. But I didn't bite. Ha! Not yet. 

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Ruth's here. Worlds colliding already - my life up here, which has been so private, in a way, and Ruth here, in my flat, in Scotland. Actually, we're at the pub around the corner. Modern living for the modern world. She's tapping away at an email on her iPad while I do this. It's nice to have her here. 

I'm grateful for the sad as well as the happy, the grump as well as the warm. It's all pie.

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Ha haaa... the simple act of finding all those pissed-off faces has blown away the grump-mist... FOR NOW.