Mana from Heaven ... or that's how the 3 New Zealand magazines I was given have seemed on this lazy Sunday afternoon.
Not that I was lazy. I have a bin full of paper on the floor next to my desk and my desk is less littered with papers and notes and ... stuff.
Each time I reached a 'clearing/organising' milestone I would allow myself to read another of those 3 magazines.
North & South was probably my favourite. Then again, it always was.
I'm aching with flu. It's been all around me but I had no plans for it myself. I thought it might have been a food allergy. I slept yesterday afternoon and then all night too. A rare feat for me to do both. I woke feeling better but by lunchtime I was aching and ready to sleep all over again. I guess it's the season so I'll just concentrate on the fact that I am so glad to see Spring.
I was lucky, I had the book At Least You're in Tuscany for company, so I powered through it these last 24 hours. Jennifer Criswell offers another take on giving up your career and moving to Italy.
Last night I dreamed I flew home to New Zealand. It was a long and difficult journey. A complicated dream. And so it was incredibly disappointing to wake and find myself still here in Belgium.
There was a red rowboat, parked up on the beach, last time I was home ...