Sunday, 29 June 2014

A week

4 operas, 5 bottles of wine and an Eton Mess. 
12 journeys by bike, 7 buses and a car. Many walks with a puppy.
Many kisses from a puppy.
5 meals with friends who made me smile; 2 days with mummy who stroked my hair. Sadness. A belly laugh. An answered question. An unfinished book. A deadline. 
2 rehearsals, 11 white items of clothing, a mask.
1 free ticket to a secret garden where Godesses will dance for Irish rappers. Naturally. 
8 Egyptian mummies, a wig and an ancient tattoo.
1 "tutto bene?" Non lo so. 
1 tour, 9 old people, 4 bits of wall, a church, a tower, 100s of years, 1 imagination that sees things no longer there.
A homemade curry. A slice of banana bread. 
A ballet class, true love, music that could make you cry if you weren't happy, an excited body and a calmed mind. Barre and centre. Like coming home.
A rowing boat and an ice cream.
4 children, 4 stories, 4 games of snap.
Pen and paper. 
7 sleeps, 2 naps. 2 bad dreams, one good remembered. 
A countdown. 
Happiness, sadness, confusion, hunger, gratitude amongst others. 
2 street parties passed at a distance. Once lost. 
A blog.