I cannot work out the pace of weeks; I cannot work out if in removing certain things from my days, they are getting longer or shorter...
...does anyone else have this weird, tilting feeling, during the week? As though you are racing yourself to a finish line, or a goal, that doesn't really exist? Two day rest-breaks in a marathon of life.
I like to read Stephen Fry's Twitter feed, especially when he posts pictures like this. What a cool alumni of people!
Few things have stunned me more than these photographs of Iceland.
What a good idea!
Interesting article about what deems a book a classic/the idea of personal classics.
A necklace that I have more than fallen in love with.
I hope you have a lovely weekend.
I will be reading A Comedy Of Errors - before seeing it, live, next week - and then trying to make sense of it. If Shakespeare has taught me anything, it is how wide the chasm between reading and understanding dilates...
And on Monday it will hopefully, hopefully be time for a little Valentine's Day date! (Even though I don't really believe in it - a statement which seems to be such a cliché in itself nowadays - I don't think I will ever, ever give up the opportunity to spend time with my love).