Stood still at stop
Three weeks after
returning from Cape Town, I cannot say I have settled down or acclimatised in
any way. The four suitcases that I brought back from my travels remain unpacked
in my living room as my mind is already contemplating the next time I can be
out there again to be with my fiancé.
The weather here at
home, though mild has taken a turn for the dreadfully depressing worse, as it
is getting colder and taking on the characteristically disreputable signature
of rainy Manchester. Good for farmers and no one else.
As I look for sorts
of distraction that I have not quite found in enthusiasm at work, I have been
baking bread modifying the recipes to get better outcomes, though I should
extend my baking repertoire to attempting other exciting baked goods.
Urge for a surge
My truth-telling
weighing scales displays numbers that has me looking for consistently sure ways
of shedding the pounds and keeping that bulk off without having to radically
change my diet. Beyond that trouble is the need for a kickstart of engagement,
something that reignites the quest, the curiosity, and the joy of learning that
I cannot seem to begin to interest myself with any aplomb. It requires
discipline and consistency as much as I need to be enthused.
Brian is my constant
source of encouragement and light as Kola is the most unstinting confidante, I
know it would all come good. I just need to weather the storm.
