It was booking things
and tight purse strings.
It was sickness.
It was swallowing snot in my sleep;
constricting throat, unable to speak.
It was Shoreditch.
With good friends and good food,
late nights and good booze.
It was coming fourth in a pub quiz
(three times in a row).
It was resolutions, stunted in growth,
by things I couldn't control:
February was quick quick slow.
The shortest month allowed to stretch it's legs
only to stub
|My garlic, chili, and thyme smoothie that I used to cure my cold.|
|Paid my respects in Brixton.|
|Some of my lovely friends and I at The Water Poet (great pub)|
|Two of my favourites|
|Scary - running through Shoreditch at midnight|
|The worlds most consistent pub quiz team (ironically taken on the night we lost our streak)|
I hope you don't mind that this post was a little different to my others. I wrote this poem late Sunday night and I've tried not to edit it too much - the memories felt more organic this way. I'm off to South Africa on Friday, so the next three/four weeks of posts will include a more official monthly wrap-up, a smoothie recipe, a beauty highlight, and a book review. I don't except I'll have that much internet access whilst I'm out there because of where we're staying, but do expect lots of stories on my return!