Yellow Lines

A feeling of Spring seems to have crept into Falmouth. For the last few days street cleaners have been busy moving the dirt around the roads, and strangely leaving chunks of moss all over the pavements. My car is now even dirtier than it was having been sprayed as the little carts with brushes on wheels went past. The house is clean though. The front door was washed down the other day so the black paint is gleaming. And double yellow lines have been painted along the road. Obviously it is now too clean for people to park there.

A day of not getting very much done, but enough to get by. Still can’t seem to rouse myself. Probably compounded by the fact that I am so tired after a week of not sleeping. But maybe now it’s been a week, I can break the cycle. I’ve tried a herbal tea tonight which tasted unexpectedly pleasant. Usually I gulp down herbal teas with a shudder and the hope that they are doing me good. Who’d have thought a combination of chamomile, cinnamon and valerian would taste so nice?

Little bit of stress, bloc magazine has to be launched on Thursday, so tomorrow is our last day for uploading and tidying up. I still have no idea how to upload. I’ll have to smile nicely at people, and perhaps offer them some of my tea. I like the idea of exchanging goods for favours or vice versa. Nothing seedy, just fair exchange. For instance, I made a sponge cake with chocolate chips in it for the weekend for someone who fixed up my printer to my laptop, and I’m happy to give lifts to people in exchange for the occasional cup of tea or coffee, or even a piece of Roskilly’s fudge. I’d even sweep a street for a bag of organic ginger fudge. I have my weaknesses.