Brave Creatures

Last week was beautiful.

Stunning weather, light into the evening and the smell of spring in the air.

Then the weekend came and all that changed. Suddenly it was cold again - so cold in fact I got my first experience of snow in London. It was beautiful. I sat on my front stoop for about 30 minutes in the cold - rugged up and watching the snow fall softly on the streets of Marble Arch where I live.

Quiet and peaceful and cold - you wouldnt want it all the time, but for that one morning it was pretty magical.

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I feel no need to comment on this - just to share it with the world.

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As aways, the regular newsletter creates a flurry of email activity, which in turn takes me a while to respond to. I am working through it though.

One thing did strike me, and it was in the sig file from a mate in Australia. It does sum up how I feel about life and the absense of this thinking is central to the things that I am now very glad to have left behind in Australia*.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO - What  a Ride!

As much as I do love this phrase and see it as a philosophy, its exactly the sort of thing my mother would say - in fact I think she has sent it to me in the past. So I am continuing to sound like my mother. This is not HUGELY surprising, but it is a little disturbing.

* There are lots of other things from Australia that I am not glad to be without including (but not restrictred to) my dog Saxon, David "The Boy Friend" Chapman, Bitchie Barbie, Penny, Al, Avi, Sunday brunch at Ice and my Art work.

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Ok people. Its April 1st - and London has turned on a 10 p piece. Grey winter is falling behind and spring is welling up all over the place.

Last night I was in Covent Garden at 7pm and the last of the sunlight had not yet faded. People were laughing, discussing dinner plans and enjoying the pulse of the city.

London is at last coming out from under its grey winter doona because suddenly the weather has turned and the days are long again. Summer is coming - hooray.

I have survived my first London winter, and all is right with the world. 

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