I’m sitting here eating porridge as snow falls lightly outside the window. It’s a lovely, chilly spring day in the south-east, and I should be going outside and walking in the wood, soaking up the wonderful energies. Instead, I am stuck here in the office at the top of a skyscraper in the City of London working. Well, okay, I’m not working this minute because I am typing this entry but I am here in the office.
Statistically, it is more likely to snow at easter than christmas in this country – so said the weatherman on television the other night. Great, I thought. I adore snow; can’t get enough of it really and I am going to be missing it all becuase of work. I’m sorry to sound so grumpy, but I am tired and ratty and I won’t be getting a break now until the end of April. Its snowing and I can’t go out and play. Also, I was unable to get an international calling card to telephone my family over the break because I was stuck at work.
I have been wanting to take a picture of an old bus stop which has a forest of daffodils growing in front of it, today would have been perfect with the spring snows dusting the grass. Again, this opportunity was missed because I am required in the office.
So, I am going to finish the post and go and wallow in self-pity for a while. Not that I’ll probably get much of a chance, because I HAVE TO WORK.