I know, I have missed weeks of 356 , I can feel the voodoo pains as I am coerced into action , this week has seen me go to London to an event and then to the British museum . I am home in the museum not just because of my age but it is where I feel most relaxed , I see the objects , I feel the object I connect with the object. The British museum roof is a structure of beauty and it gets my architectural toes all tingly and I could just stare at it for hours indeed when I was there the guard was regularly herding folk on as they were a tripping hazard.
The weekend saying me popping to the village and seeing the under 12 game when it comes to football I can get all little glazed over so instead my eye wonders to the structure of nature.
As I gazed over the meadow I really wanted to skip through it ( I had had my antihistamine so pollen was not a problem today ) I know what you are thinking if you are of a certain age you think the little girl firm the Prairie is going to run down.
Lastly we cracked onto the local farm shop and it had this view of rolling hills and clouds that kissed the treetops a totally unstructured day ...