Ginger Beer + Whiskey + Rubies + Boats = J O Y trifle !

G O S H !

I am incredibly feathery today, very excited. Just about everything.

I cannot put into words the JOY today. It is almost too much to bear. But not really. I suppose in an hour or so I will have a creased brow. Maybe. Maybe NOT!

I got back from New York a month ago, but it is still weaving it's magic within my innards. I have black coffee fantasies regularly. It tap dances on the peak of my heart.
How
I
shall
return.

News is sparse, but what there is of it is gold rimmed.

I had the best Thursday of my life last Thursday. Or was it Wednesday?
Yes
sorry
Wednesday.
I had the best Wednesday of my life last Wednesday-

I took my friend Rod to see the heart beating RUBIES at Cargo, London town, and we had a truejoy time. We were invited onstage by the lovely ladies and asked to d a n c e !

So we danced and made star shapes with our palms and fingers and I cannot remember the last time I showed so many teeth smiling. THEN, my climatic gift moment, I got to sing! I don't know how it sounded, although I was told after {by Terri, Oh Terri} that I sounded good, so of course, I tried really hard to believe her.

I actually don't think I have felt that happy in such a long time. It was on a par with my whole two NY weeks.

Yeah, I know, I'm spilling all over the place.





LIKE I CARE!

woo. Punch the air.

Ok...

...yes! Wednesday, oh Wednesday, lOOk what you do to me.

Rubies were perfect, glittering and gorgeous. I think I am in Love. It makes me spill even further thinking about how blessed it is that such diamond smile people exist- it really does fill me to brim with hope. So many reasons to stay alive. I URGE you to go and see them if you can, they are currently on a European tour, so go go GO

GO!





The weird/great thing was that my friend Ruri O'Connell had his opening of his first ART solo show the same night, only a few doors down at the Bischoff Weiss gallery. It was a fortunate night indeed. There were many smiling cheeks to kiss. More heart claps.

Then, after the Art and Rubies we had a lone dance on the near empty Cargo dancefloor (although after a few songs, the DJ gave up and packed away. We waved at him. It was all O K).




After all this Rod and I walked back to her home, but were joined on the way down a very long road by a Scotsman on his bike. A very drunk man. We got chatting as he scooted and wheeled alongside us, and somehow got us to agree to go to his boat for a nightcap!?

It was in a boatyard somewhere near Camden. It was very late by this point, the water was beautiful. Slick and shining on the iron surfaces of the lock. The chicken wired wooden boards we tiptoed over to get to his spot. A barge like boat camped and creased in between rows of other boats-sleeping, rocking, hushed.

Inside was warmed by a black stove with a small door, ochre glow cave. We sipped some wine and shared stories. I listened more than shared- by this time my eyes were growing softer and softer, magnetic eyelids, slow. We ate his nuts and I asked after a cup of tea- he pulled from the hat the magic Redbush and the night was complete.

We said goodbye and walked along the canal back, ending up in Rod's sky high kitchen eating carrots with a chutney dip assortment.

All bliss.

When we woke up the sky was blue again.



This was the wee apple plate that Rod hand delivered in the morning as a pre-breakfast treat. Made me smile.







I feel *very* lucky.

This is all I have left to say.












(I made this on Tuesday- 'The Love you chose for me' )