6 May 2011

We're out of the April woods. Thank goodness. It was all madness. There was far too little of the responsibility of work and the sense of reason that it entails and far too much of the revelry of a Royal Wedding atmosphere. What great, long, sunny days we had, with nothing but an expanse of time to fill however we wished.

And what did you do for the Royal day? I received reams of messages from home from people in pajamas, curled up on couches, with bottles of wine. But why not champagne?

Why did I get so festive about the occasion? It seemed that everyone in London had let their hair down for the day. We started at a pub in Marylebone, far too early. I'd never had an espresso martini before myself but it works just the trick to wake you fully from your slumber and give you that pep to see the day through to its likely endpoint. The possibilities weren't endless. The endpoint was invariably another pub. I managed to get to the park where another party was happening. The rest is a little hazy.

I love weddings. It's all dancing and drinking. There's always a feeling of the happiness of love. Does my whimsy about weddings sicken you? Then you haven't seized the spirit of the occasion in the right way.

May looks set to be a more sober affair, or so one hopes. I think we've all already welcomed the summertime and summertime things are setting in. The park, the table and chairs on the sidewalk and the mayflies. I sound like frigging Horace. But it can't be helped.

It's Friday today and I'm not at work. I had a terrible twelve hour day yesterday, due to a late meeting. The night before I had dreamt of taking Friday off and asking my boss who agreed. So, dreams can come true. I remember, years ago, in Paihia, Penelope and I went to a "Cosmic Fair" that had come to town and had our fortunes read. The fortune teller seemed to me to be a bit of a hack but he did say that I had the ability to dip into the Akashic records and see the future or the present or what not within my dreams. This same man also said that I was a "cripple" in a past life in London and that's why I had trouble with my legs (do I? Not really). Then he stood me up, pushed a little spot in my hip and asked if it hurt. Pinched nerve, apparently. I suspect it arises from wearing platform shoes throughout my teenage years rather than and incidence of past life. Still, it was probably worth the twenty dollars to be felt up by a fortune teller.

I now have three days to fill and I'm willing to take suggestions as to how to fill them... so far I've had three cups of tea and I'm expecting more of the same.