Tornado

I have been struck by a tornado. What a difference 2 minutes can make. Today I am in Holborn working as there is no access to broadband in my new temporary accomodations. I calculate that since the tornado I have moved 11 times to different places with friends or family or hotels. I am very tired and bearing up remarkably given my previous inability to deal with things.

it is the evening time and i am in a pleasant enough mood today. i have maintained an equilibrium throughout the day. at dinnertime i went swimming.

i have received some advice from a man called Gary about the sanding of the wooden boards. this has been a dilemna since August, nothing quite looks the ticket. he has suggested a walnut colour which may be possible, i hope it's the look of the moment. it really is hard to say.

my holiday in the north certainly did agree. i had some walks in the fields.

it is time to down tools. i am suffering from thirst. i will drink some blood red orange juice.

well here we are. there are things we do every day and things that we don't. today has been an unusual day and i have had an afternoon snooze. i went to bed quite late after a couple of wines. unusually i managed to sleep in the room at the front without the troubles of the traffics disturbing my sleep. i felt quite pleased when i woke up because i think that carl and susan in neighbours are reunited.

what is of interest to some is not to others. things that can cause a bit of anxiety to one would not cross the mind of another. i am still concerned about my new top that i bought yesterday, the zip doesn't work too well. i wonder if i should return it or not. i also want a pair of black shoes for the winter. another bit of bother to me. shallow but bother none the less.

i like the colour grey and would like my urn to be grey. there will be no mismatch there at the end.