Playing catch

Arriving at 5.40am the rising sun seems to guarantee a hot summer's day. I was looking forward to easing myself into the groove gently. A little me time, a little nap. Finishing the Bangkok Tattoo which has gripped me since the last couple of days. But things don't always turn out the way you want to, no?

Smack bang touchdown on the Sunday of the Notting Hill Carnival. Great. One of the biggest street parties you can have in London. 9am rolls around too quickly and after the long shower I was greeted by a truck blaring dance music around the block. I think resistance is futile so there goes quiet time. But there is always tomorrow. Today has decided to become an upbeat moment and I can't help but feel buoyed by the madness of it all. The laughter, the colour, the songs... it might not be mardi gras but it sure is festive. And as we walked down the streets of Bayswater trying to avoid the throngs of people marching in and out but at the same time blending in the excitement... I cannot help feeling that somehow life has thrown me a curve ball but against all odds I have it safely in my hands.

Perhaps it is the combination of euphoria, familiarity and the all usual jet-lag feelings that has caused me to overinterpret things. After all tell me again why I decided today that buying a tree trunk would be a good idea??? It now sits in my living room and I am contemplating giving it a name. For some reason the name Chadwick calls out to me. It's the heat I tell you.

So after telling close friends I am home, and groveling to those I didn't manage to see when I was in KL...I'm all set. Well technically not, the bag is still unpacked, the laundry still undone, the bills still unpaid. But Chadwick (awww..) sits confidently on my window sill whispering "all in good time..." (I think I'm scaring myself... IT IS a tree trunk of how many hundred years from Indonesia and God knows what they get up to there...!)

Already a new drama unfolds and I am geared up to play it out. I think I attract trouble or drama. I keep gripping all I want is normality but to be honest with you I think it would bore me to death. We all try to find our roles in life. So whilst Paolo Nutini belts out his Last Request I'll end things here and sing along. It's amazing how well I sing when there are no critics around.. really... honest.