Sunday, 8 May 2011
In My Bed.
Two blankets. Two pillows in a lovely shade of pink. Polish poetry about love, the Imperfectionists, a magazine that tells us how to lose x kilos in two weeks, some flash cards and a pen. And this furry lady is keeping me company while dedicating herself to ear-scratching and paws-licking. My head is a bit blurred, but it’s time to wake up now. To draft a plan for the week ahead and then munch on pear ice cream drowning in colourants and dive into the fascinating world of international relations. Or possibly writing.