All efforts to get my body clock into UK time seem to have failed as I bombed out at 8 o'clock last night and now here I am, 4 hours on, wondering when the bourbon Street party starts - ochone. Part of the reason is the book I was reading on the plane last night and then seeing the sun pushing out of the sea to take over the skyline. Isn't the world the most amazing place from every angle? And so I find myself at 1.30 in the morning, strumming a guitar, drinking tea and thinking about reading the book again - Nora Webster, by Colm Toibin, for the interested. But all is ok, Greenwich Meantime will return to my body clock and normality will creep back - that's just the way it is (goodness, sounds like the cue for a song). In the meantime this picture reminds me of another song which I have posted before and seems appropriate here. I am back now writing my 'Boat' project (much needed) and also thinking about the past two weeks with scraps of song lyricss all over the place. Its going to be an extremely busy summer - I can't wait:
