Good afternoon,

 

It’s freezing today in Catalunya! Well, not absolutely freezing, the high was probably 14 centigrade, but there is a strong tree-stripping wind out there, which considering my husband and I were in the pool yesterday, and then lay in the sunshine in our wet swimsuits, comes as a bit of a shock.

 

The Swiss chill we’ll experience as of Friday evening is going to bite hard…

 

Oh well!

 

I was a bit silly yesterday. In the grand scheme of things, if I was a normal person – as in normal in health – I wasn’t silly at all. I just had a dinner at a restaurant, with a glass of Cava (Spanish champagne) and then a glass of white wine. Thing is, I’ve not drunk alcohol in ages. Nor have I had dinner at a restaurant. And it was fun! And the food was good; it was nice to have something a little different, you know? But it was oilier than what I normally eat, because it was tapas. Also, it was my birthday on the 9th, so it was nice to go out.

 

I felt icky when we got home. I looked about a hundred and fifty months pregnant. I went to bed, but didn’t sleep, I just lay down and read poetry and wrote poetry, and had a  foot massage using the funny present my husband got me! It’s like a big fluffy ski boot you put both feet in, and then you switch it on and it heats up and vibrates. It’s really naff, but I like it; it feels nice and is super relaxing. If you need a sort of jokey gift for someone who has everything it’s a good idea!

 

Anyway, I slept ok-ish. I suppose I was a little worried about being sick, because I’ve not been sick for three weeks, and it’s been so wonderful to be able to do so many things, and have so much energy I wished I could bottle it for my older years, or give it as a gift to someone who needs it, so the idea of going back (we’re not going back!!) to how I was 4 weeks ago is scary. But I’m ok today, just a little sluggish, which is fine considering its icky outside. I’m probably also feeling the change in the weather, being, you know, sooo sensitive!

 

I wrote this poem first thing this morning in about a minute, before I had to go to an appointment. The John Travolta one I wrote last night came to me randomly just as I was drifting off to sleep (of course!). I hadn’t thought about that mad night with that boy for decades. I almost wish he could read it; he was a real sweetie. But I never even knew his last name. I enjoyed reminiscing about him taking me to Venice on a whim. Gosh, I was innocent. And clueless!

 

I hope everyone is getting over the initial orange shock.

 

Sending you love,

 

Cesca xx

 

BUNDLE OF DUMB

 

When the hurrahs get going,

I find moderation

hard.

Ripe of body,

Immature of mind,

I remain like a child at a party,

Giddy on games and goodies,

Spinning in my pretty dress,

Tearing at the party bag

A grinning, effervescent

Bundle of dumb.