today in the train back to london i was dreaming that one day i would love to have a house in the countryside. maybe in france or so: a house with surprising nooks and corners , secret chambers, lots of stairs, balconies and towers.
it was nice to arrive home and to find so many flowers in the gardens around my house. and even nicer to find that the books i have ordered have arrived.
i was thinking it would be nice to have a poetry evening in my place tonight. maybe i will invite enrique too! its nice to read poetry out loud - i am terrible lousy in reading out loud... but still it feels enormous to play a poet.