About to Breath

 Boxes and boxes and bags and boxes. Moving is hard work. I'm glad I don't do it that often.
 It makes me want to just give away everything I own.
I tried this. But I couldn't go through with it.

I still have STUFF.

Liquorice tea, and a load of goodbyes which are really invitations to Love harder & longer...

Tomorrow, a birthday and a brother to help me pull open a new page. 
I saw snowdrops today, and a pink tipped sky. I saw a plum on the road outside the covered market. It did not seem lonely. It seemed happy, just to sit in the nearly there sun. I think it was remembering something. Something which made it smile.

 

Speaking of smiles- yesterday Lovely Lucy H made a leaving cake for me. Four O clock never felt so good. It was bliss in my mouth.

There were a lot of squeezes yesterday. Wine, squeezes, fizz and friends I Love so hard my heart could burst at the seams just thinking about them.

 

For some reason I felt an affinity with these signs. It was the lettering.

And perhaps the sentiment too.

 

I had a new boiler fitted, and liked this fleeting circular hole in the wall- just before the boiler was fixed in. A little tunnel of light. Some hope in a hole.

28!

wow. 

Better get adult.

New chapters...all that jazz.

My Oxford love affair, never ending.

My London love affair just about to breath.