The presidential suite at heartbreak hotel
Well guys, it’s been a hell of a few weeks. Actually, it’s been a hell of a year. The end. No but seriously, it’s been an absolute rollercoaster and I am ready to get OFF. In my self I’m actually feeling ok, I’d even go as far to say centred. Centred with a cute touch…
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
So I am sitting in Dad’s kitchen with a glass of white wine, writing this at the breakfast counter with Norah Jones in the background. It’s giving middle class housewife. Had to carve out some time this evening for this writing session, I’ve been jotting down thoughts & ideas on my phone over the last…
It’s all pointless… in a wholesome way?
Yesterday I had the most wholesome encounter. I was queuing to sign up for my reading pass at The British Library (I’m really branching out on the WFH locations) which means I can use any of the eleven reading rooms (for free!!) here which is pretty cool. Most people, I assume, come here to actually…
Lily Smith 