Yesterday I was driving through Hendon - as you do - and I just stopped by this old gothic house on Parsons Street that when I lived in zone three, years ago, always felt like it was haunted. Outside, were these beautiful poppies, and because I have my shiny-new camera always in my handbag now, I can just show you what I saw.
This weekend? A curate's egg. Not much sleep, wonderful friends, lots of creativity, a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, the Da Vinic Code on the big screen (good in parts, but not that many), some packing, some late spring cleaning. What can I say? There are just some things you don't write on your weblog.
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