one day soon it will all be possible again - horsemouth remarked to a friend of international (or even inter continental) travel (but it applies to lots of other things).
he urged his friend to let him go about his daily business - the solipsism won't write itself.
last night on tv kensington and chelsea (on the london boroughs) followed by richard e. grant's in the footsteps of writers mostly cheerful olive oil dispensing folk from the mediterranean, golden olive oil, perfumes, bright sunshine, shady arbors. horsemouth boiled some rice and then added the potatoes and onions he had cooked the day before (and some satay sauce). probably something similar tonight.
horsemouth has the julliet balcony door open leading on to the bird-feeders. the pretty little sparrows fly up, notice horsemouth typing give the alarm call (one-two-three) and then fly away. the parakeets are distinctly more cheeky (when they come).
the cloud is parting and the day is warming up. of course horsemouth should be satisfied with his marshside rambles, his holiday cat-sitting, his holiday reading and his life of leisure. but he can't get comfortable.
yesterday 5 miles or so there and back to leytonstone station via coronation park, sidmouth park and the heathcote and star (no horsemouth did not stop off for a beer).
today nothing particular planned. in a minute horsemouth will have some museli for breakfast (and maybe some toast). later some walking and reading and perhaps some desultory guitar playing.
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