Writers’ block is great. Seriously, it’s my favourite. I love it when I have loads of ideas and know exactly what I’m doing and I can barely write a thing. It’s just the best.
Tomorrow I’m going to do the ‘pretentious writer’ thing and sit in a coffee place with my Mac and write. I hate it because it works but everyone thinks you’re a knob.
Sigh.
Rocket Mouth on Flickr.
Follow @Galactic_Idiom on Twitter! Here is the photo I took for the show. It’s the creator with a rocket in his mouth and he’s wearing a suit.
Sleeping Cub on Flickr.
This a baby fox my boyfriend and I saved from getting attacked by a cat. The fox was blind. Before the RSPCA came it slept in a box in my flat so it was a fox in a box but it didn’t wear socks.
Cheeseburgers have a new rival: sushi.
I like sushi. I like it a lot. Apart from tuna sushi just because tuna is gross. I like the salmon sushi and the cucumber sushi and the crab sushi and that little one you get sometimes with the fried prawn inside. Those are the best ones.
The good thing about liking sushi is that it’s probably healthier than cheeseburgers. Ok, it’s definitely healthier than cheeseburgers. The bad side is, that sushi is probably not healthier than cheeseburgers in the quantity I eat it. And the price. The price is bad.
Now I’m about to go food shopping and I’m hungry. It’s always the worst because you buy everything.
Darn.
The last few weeks have been very stressful. As some of you may know, my granddad had a stroke a few weeks ago.
My granddad, Joe Bell, died on the 14th of May, aged 90. My mum was with him. She held his hand.
I am sad, obviously, but he was a good man. And the good is so much more than the bad. I feel privileged to have been a part of his life.
When I first moved to London, where he lived with my grandmother, we met for coffee with my mother. There was cake and tea and coffee and afterwards we all had a brief wander around the shops. Before he and my gran went home he gave me and my mum a big hug and a kiss. And when he hugged me he whispered in my ear
‘You’re still my favourite.’
He will always be my favourite grandparent. And I miss him every day.
I will miss him every day.
Layers on Flickr.
A building being demolished. With graffiti on it.
Sunburst on Flickr.
Taken as I was walking down the street because I thought it was pretty.
Lion on Flickr.
Niccy, with a really big lion door-knocker. Like, a really big door-knocker.
Music on Flickr.
Buskers on the South Bank in London, grooving away. The music was cool.
Like most people my age, I want to keep reasonably fit and healthy. Yes, I still occasionally indulge in ice cream and cheese and I might not exercise as often as I should but I stay ok. But today I had that horrible moment when I was forced to eat a healthy meal.
Sometimes I like eating a really healthy meal. Especially if I’ve eaten too many chips in a week. But somehow, when a healthy meal if forced on you, it just doesn’t taste as good.
Normally I love eating couscous and roasted vegetables. It’s light, it has lots of different flavours and it’s filling. But when all you’ve got to eat is couscous and roasted vegetables… You wish you could make something a bit more exciting. Like a bit of chicken to go with it. Or a cheeseburger. Or maybe some burritos.
I need to buy some more food tomorrow.
Sigh.
