FlickyTailSunrise

So Day 7 seems to hold great promise. My taste buds returned, water no longer tasted like soap and this week, life held promise in the form of a small, wriggly black pup called Figgy. My university friend visited, we talked of adventures far off and long ago; banana leaf curries, early morning post night out tandoori chicken and teh tarik on land now covered by a shopping mall during our time in Kuala Lumpur… and just how easy it felt to take another year off before university. A year I’d kill for at this end of life. Tick Tock.

My lovely KevKev, always the incredible elf, has taken to organising, Each cupboard in the house has to be gone through. Yesterday, notsocrunchy Italian breadsticks from 2022 were discovered… I’d obviously opened the bag, nibbled and left it…for 4 years. Tick Tock.

A slow walk was had this week… I caught a day and a constant friend to revel in the sunshine and fresh air rambling around the beautiful school grounds; watching the squirrels growl and the swans glide. All before lunchtime… Tick Tock.

We ventured to Cambridge to sit in chairs that weren’t our own, for longer than necessary or even the assessment of necessity . Trousers that fit were tried, paraded and purchased, styles and size making me look like I was 19 again. Tick Tock.

All these little moments had such meaning and continue to make me wonder at how much life I missed not noticing the details, the feeling, the sounds… tick tock indeed.

These last two days I have been exhausted, but content to have taken the risk and gone where I feel it might have been a bit much, if only to hold onto those moments of friendship, life and love.

Round 3 begins on the 21st.

Til then relish your moments.

With love 🧡