And once again it's very late and I have not yet made it to the land of Nod. I am sleepy and saturated with every fact that can possibly gleaned from the two books I have out from the library about the Albert Memorial. I am also feeling slightly sick because of the two chocolates I ate about an hour ago, and the yoghurt that went down after them. Oh and the cup of tea. But you know, despite all that, I'm a happy chappy! My essays are basically done, which is fantastic because I can now actually enjoy these last few days without the heavy, dark, and ominous cloud shadowing my every step, and breathing cold and angst-ridden breaths through my window. HAH.
The sun came out and dried up all the rain and Sarah can go and enjoy mochas again.
I think that's why I haven't really been able to do much consistent and fruitful essay-writing in Waterstone's: I want to enjoy the experience so much that it just doesn't seem write to be forcing myself to work there. Today was a little bit different because I was on page seven, and I knew what I wanted to talk about for the rest of the paper, so I actually wanted to write! In the end, it turned out that I went up to twelve pages and I actually enjoyed the process. I also changed spots mid-way through my pot of tea, which helped.
So that's me, essays nearly done and London nearly done and so much to look forward to and so much to wish would never end. Life is strange like that. I'm sure I have heard that somewhere before, or read it, or seen it, that you can't experience the loveliness of the future if you keep looking backwards. That's why I try so hard to live in every moment, and squeeze everything out of every moment. If I didn't live like that, I think I would go mad. I mean, sometimes I think I probably do go mad because I'm so focused on trying to live that the actual living is forgotten! But most moments I do live out my philosophy, and it makes looking to the future a wonderful thing, and remembering the past even better. Colours are a big part of that, I think. And people's faces or clothes too. I like to notice those sorts of things: the golden tea cup, the red teapot, the purple coleslaw salad and the muddy brownies. That man with the wild mustache, and the other man with the mustache that looked like it had run into his beard in a freak accident many years ago, but resolved the situation amicably and decided to settle in where they'd collided.
The sweetest father-son pair sat down at the green couch today. The little boy was so excited to eat his lemon-drizzle cake and his hot chocolate. I loved his sense of wonder when he sipped the little cup and his dad said that that was his and the big one was the little boy's. He was so excited to have the big cup, and he just couldn't contain his excitement! In fact, he told his dad three times that he'd thought that the little cup was his and that the big one was his dad's! He reminded me of myself a little bit, when I find a connection or a realisation and I just can't keep quiet about it. I think the dad must have been a 9-5 working day dad, and he took his son out sometimes to spend time with him and help him with homework. They were doing fractions, and the posh, officially-suited daddy clung comically tightly to a brightly coloured book titled "How to Help your Child with Maths". The little boy was very sweet, but also apparently very confused about what fractions were, because he would enthusiastically say "that's five tenths" and then his dad would stare intently at the question for quite some while, by which time the little boy had piped up with another, very different, answer! It was a tender spectacle, especially when the pair of them sat with their legs crossed in the same way, leaning on their hands in the same way, mirror images of each other. I wonder if it's a genetic thing, or if the little boy was deliberately copying his dad. Either way, it was so sweet!
Right, to tell the honest truth, I would like to go to sleep now. I did almost everything I needed to today, bar filling in the empty and rather sparse posts for the last two days! I can probably do that on the plane though.
Tomorrow is another day!
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