Day 684: The Art of Serendipity

ancient musical delight

That cat - that Minou - she is just delicious. Sweet and soft and furry. One eye completely sewn shut, eyeball long gone, and a crookedy tail. Long, silky tortoiseshell fur, easy strokability, and when she's buckling in for a good purr, the other eye covers up with an opaque membrane, like a lizard, so she looks like Mad-eye Moody or some kind of horror film attacker. I love her. 

I smoothie this morning, but I didn't have much fruit, so it was a questionable mix of a fistful of parsley, some ginger, a tiny bit of grapefruit, pure cranberry juice and a whole courgette. It was fucking LOVELY and i could feel it infusing me with excellent goodness as I gorged on it. 

I've discovered my old iPod. Well, I knew it was there, but I had no way to charge it. One of the wins at the house I'm living in was a charger, so now the thing has come alive to me again. My god... Queen, funk, Joe Cocker, Kill Bill, a load of random old tracks, Techno, dirty beats... I'm LOVING IT. I've been so very bored of everything I have on iTunes for years... this is taking me back. 

And this morning, as is Bruton's way, i got up to go to yoga, but by the time it was time I didn't go. Yesterday's belly-dancing class - I went, but nobody else did, teacher included. Today, I didn't make it. I decided to go to Frome instead. I'm there now. I passed by a coffee shop and stuck my head in an artist's studio. She was ACE, turns out she made the wedding dress of the woman who's cat I'm sitting on, and she has offered me use of her sewing machine (RESULT - i have trousers and a dress to make) and I will look after her dog next Thursday. HooooooRaaaaaay!

Bruton is taking shape. Thanks, all.