myself

Today is an even more brilliant day, I feel shiny new, ready for hurdles and able for challenge. However, it's more likely to be a relaxing Sunday aside from the ambitious blogging and journalling I have planned.

Lofi is playing, my room is snug with predawn sleepy feeling, and pink is my new modus operandi, with a kind of new pink llama drawing jumper. 

I am prepared for a slightly less hot day and maybe a romantic adventure (waving at himself on the boulodrome, you got to start somewhere!).

I haven't been doing much writing this week because I've been focusing on the blog, so I might delve into more autoethnography until I am able to reach beyond my writers block. The village is very nice on a Sunday, the vegetables in the market get browsed and bought, the bikets are out in full force and around 5pm the villagers fill the lanes for a promenade and I see plenty of familiar faces.