I am back at work, but there is lots of pretty snow.
I would like to be a person who only had to relax and be sociable this weekend.
Today I am all tired and not very good at thinking.
Now there is a melon sitting in our kitchen drinking vodka.
Today the world keeps going up and down a bit.
Now I have broken my mug with islands on it - I just dropped it not very far onto the carpetted floor, but it broke into a million bits.
I can tell it's July, because everything starts to smell and taste of Tarbert.
Now I am not in Norway, or even in Tarbert.
A jar of bouncy balls has appeared in our common room, and no one knows why.
I am trying to enjoy the unusual feeling that everything I touch is going right, without worrying about when it is all going to come crashing down...
Today my legs don't work and all the skin is rubbed off my ankles and I am getting a cold and I am tired.