Eleven days in limbo, or at least that's what it feels like in some way. Do you remember that story about Einstein's theory of relativity? (don't ask if I mean general or specific or I'll have to slap you.) It's got something to do with twins and clocks and heading off-earth at the speed of light oir some such stuff. Anyway, the upshot is that time passes at different speeds in the experience of the twins.
Well it sort of feels like that, but the strange thing is it's not a symmetrical feeling. Which means that when I'm here, life goes on at normal speed in the UK, but when I'm there, life here seems to stop. Or at least I expect it to stop, and so I expect nothing to have changed when I get back. And often that's the case. Mind you it may have a lot to do with the fact that it's the middle of winter, and life slows down somewhat.
Ah well. Whatever.
So here I am anyway. And though the trip didn't quite go as planned, although it was pretty good all things considered. One thing I expected to come back with is some work starting in February, but that won't now happen before the end of March. Which is just as well, because I've got some creative seeds to sow here. There's a distinct possibility that we could get a fledgeling youth samba band together in the coming months. Exciting as that is in itself, it's just one part of a whole raft of creative activities that could take off. So I'm in a kind of rat-tat-tat-tat-ta mood today. I'll let you know how it goes.
My good mood is helped by the stunning rugby result on Sunday, (Scotland 20, France 16), which I haven't been able to make much of here as you can imagine. (No comments about Saturday please! It's cost me a bottle of wine already.)