It's only the second foggy day but I kind of like the sight of it. When I wake up in the morning, everything beyond the 3m mark is masked by a thick white fluffy cotton fog. It's refreshing to walk into, and the light does not hurt my puffy eyes. When I get to work, the view from the 7th floor is magnificent: nothing but white cotton through the glass window and I get this feeling I am in space, up in the clouds...very uplifting.
Even better this morning when the shuttle driver decides to change route and cut through some 'residential' area with litle parks. I missed my camera and was too sleepy and dreamy to take out my phone and snap away the shapes of tortured naked trees in the fog. That other route was rubbish too as it wasn't quite a shortcut with all the constructions along the road, and the traffic jams along the way. I felt completely lost until we ended up at the roundabout next to our building.
I hope the fog continues, it completely fits my mood right now...I am quite poor after paying my deposit and rent for the new flat. So to relax a bit, I paied £21 more to have my hair washed, my head massaged and my hair cut. Now all i need to do is finish whatever is in the fridge and freezer and hope I won't have leftovers to throw away or carry over East London....
All I need now is a facelift because as my colleagues say, 'I look like shit recently'...charming
1 comment:
Did they say that "after" the hair cut !!?? Anyways, CONGRATULATIONS to your new flat :-)
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