Finally settled into something that atleast to some extent feels like a permanent life here in London. I confess that it is strange to re-enter the day-to-day life of work, rest and play but I welcome it for the time being. Nothing like being able to plan for the future with the medium term being stable. And I guess that is what I have been looking for for a time.... Being a ship from shore with no anchor is good for a time but there is a need to enter a habour and repair and let the sailors off onto dry land..And here I am on dry land for about six to nine months.... Only one more vaugeness in my life and that is my working VISA... Well the Homeoffice have confirmed reciept of my new passport, which I got hold of last wekk so the wheels are turning and once that is in my hand I will feel really sorted and free to do weekend trips to France etc....
It's funny now as what can I write that will arrouse the interest of anyone? Hmmm get up at 7.30 catch tube get to work at 9am, work...., leave at 5pm, catch tube and get home and then.... maybe gym, some dinner, reading.....hmmmm then what.... Well that hasn't happened yet anyways as last week was full of activities... Monday night was dinner with Mum during which I got the low down on her trip to France and a chance for her to vent RE: 'travel issues...' and then, tuesday night went to Westminster Abbey for a special Latin/Saxon singing night with George. and two of the locals from the Thatched house..... It was sososososo cool.... massive 1000yr old building with brilliant singers... I lit a candle for my family, said a prayer and even got down on one knee before leaving....these buildings evoke something and I am not one to buy into the material excesses of religion but lets just say that history has a spirit and it lives in certain places.... Westminster being one of those places...
Wednesday night resembled a more day-to-day type life...groceries and my first insight into my old loves....food and more food.... rest assured Nick does not share these same loves to sharing food will not be such a common thing between us....he is very health concious... I value pleasure too much to cut it out for the sake of health......
Thursday night.... and my last night with mum and a meet and great for Farah and Mum.... and all i can say is mum's are lovely and I love mine and I will leave it at that... Oh and Canadian Opera singers are also lovely, beautiful and great at dealing with mothers that want to know everything....
Friday night and Opera (yes free ticket front row thankyou... and flowers in my hand for one of the performers....... can my time in London be any better???). Dad you would have loved it Bruckner.... powerful and religious.... Do I notice a religious tone here...... London a sinful city offering God back into my life.... Well I think it's about time... I have be seeking the divine on my travels and it's good that it is showing itself to me....
Weekend yes weekend oh how i love thee......yes WEEKEND!!!!
And i note that work forms a gap in my commentry.... why do we dislike it so? Is it like dead time, a dead weight loss of living in a society that costs money? Hmmm well I find work okay, almost up to speed with my job, which entalis bascially auditing all submitted VISA Activity statements for Africa, Middle East and Eastern Europe... oh and VISA is not a profit orientated company, rather they want everyone to use credit/debit cards remove cash and facilitate near costless transactions.... Hmmmm.... I think so everyone can buy more and more.... well too early to tell but rest assured they are no more (i think less) efficient than operations in the AustraliaGovernment so I must say the idea that govt is inefficient is a load of rubbish.... And this is what i am here for... to see big business function... it's goals and it's ins and outs.... once again all to know and understand more,,, as this is what i value... wisdom and knowledge...
Well that's my ramble... I live at 1 Sydney Street, London, N8 OET.... Sharing a room with Nick (again) and life will continue on......
