A week off work draws to a close and I find myself looking back and wondering where the time rushed away. The week saw the obligatory August drought caused by holidays and the approaching Notting Hill Carnival. Ironically, in the midst of that, the rain kept tipping down. Fortunately that saw me for the most part inside, tidying up those little details that had been eluding me for some months and mainly in front of the magic screen, taking advantage of a newly donated internet connection. Big shout neighbours.
Yes, it was a week of learning. A week of preparation. Not a holiday so much as a chance to hunker down, take some deep breaths, learn some new tricks and get ready for the onslaught promised by September. Anyway, after the last friday, my instincts told me to stay in, keep out of trouble and not answer any phone calls where I didn’t recognise the number.
A good break and tentative good news on all fronts, something my friends, that is certainly not to be sniffed at.