On Monday I went to the Museum of London to record some sound for a story about Dickens. They have an exhibition with “sound-scapes” from Dickens’s London, which apparently means lots of ticking clocks and horses walking on cobbled stone streets.
The beginning of the week was lovely and warm. Gerry and I spent Monday and Tuesday evening in the park. We found a ladybug. Gerry counted its spots and looked it up on Wikpedia.
We also tacked the unruly balcony, which is now looking pretty awesome. The plants are growing!
On Thursday I went down to a homeless shelter in Waterloo to do an interview about homelessness on the rise in the UK (up 14 percent in 2011). Afterward I went down to the Southbank to scribble in my notebook and walk back along the river.
The week has gone by in a blur, which always seems to happen when the weather gets nice and the days get longer and lighter. Gerry’s cousin and her friend stayed with us on Thursday night before heading off on a charity hitchhike to Morocco! Their adventuring made me realise my student days are now a blip in the past, so far away on the mental timeline that I’m starting to forget. Perhaps this is what happens when you hit the late twenties.
On Friday Martyn and Xandra came over for cocktails on the balcony. I spent most of Saturday on the couch not feeling very creative. I have been plotting for April. There are certain projects I need to finish. Projects I should put everything off to finish. This is the month to do it!