And I haven't bought one single present. I've been too busy coughing my brains out and stuffing myself with antibiotics.Ho, ho, ho.
Are things finally coming around?Hoping to be able to get back to dance classes on Saturday.
Ahh... So much cold and so many days in bed make my thoughts fly all the way back to London and rediscover Bayswater, Baker Street, Oxford Street, Hyde Park, Camden Town, Canary Wharf... And God, how I miss Serpentine Gallery and Pret a Manger! Did you know Winston Churchill lived in Bayswater? Always learning, thanks to Wikipedia.
Now, there's something I wont be tasting in the next few weeks.
Worst tonsillitis ever!
We'll lift our heads and give jah praises 
I wonder if it is possible to be a "half full" kind of person these days. I spent four days blissfully without reading/watching/listening to the news and then I return to reality, only to learn more about car accidents, deaths and diseases (now it's tuberculosis?!).
On the other hand, heavy rain gave us a break. That kind of makes things even.
Today is my b-day! 24 years have passed, with roots firmly dipped in the soil and head waving with the wind. Send in another 100!
Soy beans! If the so called magic beans from the tale were those green, tasty little things, I would have also given away the cow! Ok, I'm overacting. But they're good. Really good. Not as good as chocolate, but close.
Word of the day: Colorize! Otherwise, we'll turn grey as the bloody sky.
Next step: find some free time to put on my ruby slippers, click my heels and find myself in Serralves to check the Augusto Alves da Silva photography exhibition. "There's no place like home".
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
London, by William Blake.
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