Feeling unbelievably calm.

Up with the birds and as I drank tea in the conservatory I warbled with the birds. Warbling meaning I hummed Endless Love.
When I sneak a few silver song filled minutes it feels wunderbar/cool.
I can't sing but my noises are sincere.


Last Night's TV:

On account of the cooking and serveing munchies I couldn't settle to watch The Great British Bake Off but I recorded it so will excite myself at a late date...

On Food:

Do something with chicken legs probably. Probably a casserole with couscous on the middle of the plate. For pudding, Creme Caramel. Turned out with caramel not only sitting on top of perfect firm egg custard but running down the side of the aforementioned custard forming puddles of burnt umber coloured liquid.

On Domesticity:

Wanted to rip up hall carpet.
And lay lino so as cleaning would be made simpler.
Cat hairs and boot marks are bad for the soul.
And, when weather and finances allow, I'll re-paint the kitchen.


On General Life:

It has its peaks and valleys. Sugar and salt. Frolics and moments of contemplation.



Now I must fly>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>