It's a sunny Sunday, and I'm watching a croggy Himalayan Persian turning around, changing his sleeping position on the sofa. I ought to be studying Corporate Law but I just cannot bring myself to do it. The sunlight is flowing into the flat. The birds are racing along the narrow passage between the buildings. I just opened the balcony door and can hear them sing. And then a bug flew in! I'm very glad spring is on its way. If only I could just shrug off this post-flu cough that's plaguing me.

Now I'm off to the Finnish Church to buy some chocolate for D for his birthday tomorrow. Yeah. Things are ok. 

First One

Well. This blog will no doubt be the most unstructured and pointless bit of scribbling I have ever created. But it is a fact that I am in desperate need of some kind of self expression, and this is my chosen medium. I can only apologise in advance for whatever mundane trash I may spew on these pages, with topics about as exciting as a wet woolly sock with a hole in the toe. And the heel. But fearlessly I plough on. To quote (or rather update) that famous song by the gorgeous Lesley Gore: it's my blog and I cry if I want to. 

Until the next time!