Sit back and enjoy as I share all the things I love about life. I have just had an amazing couple of days in London. Got back home on Saturday night and felt like my feet might actually drop off. I thought that when I plotted my route on the map that it may have stretched to 25 miles, okay perhaps a little optimistic, but it really did feel like the marathon walk.

Oh how easy it is to fall into platitudes. Friends and companions through tears and greeting cards. Allowing us to express what we want without ever firing a neuron. I am disdainful of those who say commonplace things, but I struggle to be original at the very best of times. That struggle is where good writing exists. It is the battle between the common and the sublime. But we tire of battles. So we slip into platitudes.

Where my mind wanders, I will follow. Gallery 2- Random Acts of Art. My anxiety level is so high that my right thigh will not stop twitching. My heart is racing and, every once in a while, it skips a beat. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub flub dub. I can hear the blood rushing to my head. Tomorrow I will miss work.

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