Last night I dreamed of a cliff with a trail of daisy's tracing the edge. I came to a halt and saw that all the flowers were mini feet; I began to walk in their steps. As I done so I realised that they were steps, I had been here before and I was now back on track to something I am yet to discover.

Monday's Musings

Today is a blobby, warm, mindless day. It bemuses me how fast time goes by when you are pottering around allowing your mind to wander, compared to a days work where every hour drags on so painfully that you begin to feel resentful about time itself.

I must be getting old, I walked home from work on Wednesday almost in tears. I was listening to Otis Reading and fuming about my bank job. I walked in, turned on the TV so there would be no silence between a howling black man singing in my ear and the Hollywood dramas. I walked into the kitchen to retrieve the cask of red wine that I stashed in the cupboard and poured myself a large glass. It was right then, at that moment that I realized that I am getting old, I smiled and thought of texting my friends to let them I know. I also wanted to tell them to love and appreciate Uni while they are still there; because at least they are doing something they love, something that drives them wild and tickles all the dusty parts of their brains. Because when the day comes that you work in a bank, start fearing silence and stashing wine; you know that your entering some dark hole that will be hard to get out of. I sat back and felt the pencil skirt become tight. I closed my eyes and thought of a warm beach, coconuts and floating dreams once more.