As I write this I’m looking out onto a grey morning, with fog over the fjord in the distance and bare, black trees in the park just outside. Now is the time that I withdraw inside, home or in a cozy restaurant, alone or with friends. I rest and relax, I write, I breathe, I tidy and clean and cook, and then the dark and the grey and the cold become not-so-relevant after all.
mosaicbebb68f77d8110dfddb70dd2d4775ab946d9434c 1. “If you do your fair day’s work, you are certain to get your fair day’s wage – in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.”, 2. 300.365 | the stools at grazin diner, 3. 8 Nov 13, 4. snack, 5. Petit Caf’ au soleil …. c’est bon !, 6. nana’s recipe, 7. entry, 8. 11:7:365, 9. Untitled