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Domestic Bliss
I woke up late and alone, which is fine because today is a Sunday, and Pix had already left for the London Marathon since 5 a.m. Wandering upstairs (our flat is a duplex on its head: bedrooms downstairs, livingrooms upstairs) I opened the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony to bask in the sunshine and smell the fragrant cherry blossom on the wind from the tree directly outside our windows.
I suddenly got the giggles and reminded myself that I really do live here. Maybe I'll head into Regent's Park with a cold drink and a good book...
Yes, you can hate me now.
Apr.13.2003