small hours 28 December 2009
Ah yes, must be time to go home then as the body decided to do its ‘wake up fully at 4 in the morning’ routine. In fairness to it, it thinks it is 6am as we are 2 hours ahead here in Ukraine still. As i type, an early morning Odessan light is creeping through the blinds and I can see all too clearly the vast mess of clothes, shoes and novel writing paperwork that must somehow be squeezed back into a small red case. I’m not sure where the exit bit of my tourist entry form to the country is so I amy be staying here indefinitely. I’m also having those jolts of remembering all the things not done before we left. I am expecting that every plant in the Dublin house will be dead of drought because watering them is one of the things Richard never thinks to do even when I remind him to, unless someone else has noticed their plight and given them a drop of juice?? That house is destined to have no ‘sundry’ living things in it for a while…no cat(s), no plants (I would fear for the survival of even a cactus at this stage) but some day we’ll get back to all of that. And I have forgotten to buy train and plane tickets for imminent UK travel all through this week so they’ll be nice and expensive when I get around to them later. Yeah…time to go back to bed as, to misquote Scarlett O’Hara, ‘today IS another day!’
