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Bad days
Seems like Robert Fuldghum got it right: we do indeed follow in a way certain patterns put in place as far back as nursery school. I found myself in a funny old situation when one of my friends is banned from seeing me (OR ELSE!) by another friend of ours,
Nightcrawler
So it's 3am, I'm at the office. The world seems a bit out of sync this early in the morning, but that's maybe due to the lack of sleep...of course I didn't fall asleep at 5pm. Who was I kidding? I
Muffins and Bananas
The London weather once again conspired against our cycling trip to Hampton Court Palace this Tuesday, so me and Klara decided on wellness/fitness/decadent debauchery day instead. We shopped for goodies, roasted a pork shoulder with sweet potatoes and set it aside, brought home a bottle of bubbly and
Eastbourne, May 2014
> I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. Maya Angelou
lunchbreaks like this...
Clapham Park, London
Edinburgh, 2013
Since we both live in different countries, me and my friend Tereza made it a sort of tradition now to meet up each year in autumn, preferably some place weird and unexpected. This year it was Edinburgh and Perth in Scotland. The duckie was an unexpected treat too. We saw
Farmer's Market
Looord, how come I've never been to the amazing, sunny, nice-smelling-homemade quiche and breads and jams-abundant Crystal Palace Farmer's Market before?! The best ever biodynamic apple juice and homemade rosemary, pork, parmesan, cherry tomatoes and basil sausages!
Playing Summer
> May 2013. Gosh, London is trying hard this year and I'll never be taking coffee breaks this astoundingly long again.
Spring came to Crystal Palace today
Went out to sit in a little patch of forest just down the road. The winter months in England are particulary long, I managed to forgot all about the smell and silence of the forest, flickering of tiny insect in the sunlight, rattling of the foxes and magpies in
Locked Away
> ..alone in the Battersea Studios going mad, have to stay until the pre recorded show is exported and delivered so my producer could safely leave for her holiday...
Dreaming Lately
This is a view from my window. I see this tower every night before drifting off to sleep, sometimes imagining it is the Eiffel Tower and seeing myself being still young, life smelling like butter croissants and coffee, in polaroid colours with the taste of pink wine. Other days, when
