Heard the whistling wind tonight and so that stopped hermitry dead in its tracks; i wanted to go out in it. Got some dosa. Surprisingly busy out tonight. It'll be an interesting three days before Mon proper/ Twelfth Night when all the tinsel comes down but the glitter remains in our hearts. Got to have simple pleasures; not going for the biggun. I enjoyed making a Spanish quails recipe.
Last night was able to take a local bus at 4.10am. There should be night buses and night tubes. I'd earlier almost missed watching the midnight chimes on tv cos of the infrequent London Overground connection. Through the night there were beercans and dreams strewn in the urban rabbithole. The best of last year will be nothing compared to the next level of this. The sun set on 14 but it won't be forgotten. I cleared some debts when i was priming myself to not be around. If i can get through certain problems so can others. When i was offered a contract i went to the toilet and cried; 'these things don't happen to me'..tears of sadness to tears of happiness. My most emotional, happy year on the back off a rewarding film project.