Monday 5 September 2011


I'm feeling quite a lot brighter this week. The sun is shining on London town today, and a restful weekend with the Mr has really helped.

We had a lovely time with the Boy's parents on Saturday that was especially enjoyable. They came up to London in the afternoon and we took them on a walk down the bottom end of the South Bank, through Hays Galleria, along down to Tower Bridge and Shad Thames, and finished off the trip with a few glasses of prosecco in Browns, before a three-course dinner back at ours. It all felt very civilised and I definitely feel more like myself. This weekend it felt like there was time to breathe, and I needed that. I forget how easy it can be to overload and I often don't realise that's what's happening until it's too late, and I'm overburdened.

It's another reminder - hopefully I'll actually get the message one day - not to let life get too busy, and to make sure that there is time for strolling and relaxing. And living life in the slow lane; the fast lane is definitely overrated.

Leisure, by W. H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stop and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows;

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see in broad daylight,
Streams of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance
And watch her feet, how they dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full or care,
We have no time to stop and stare.

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