Thick as a Brick

Buckwheat with mozzarella, tomatoes and thyme - yumyumyummmm. It would've been basil instead of thyme, both of which my flatmate is growing on the balcony, but I only have permission to occasionally plunder the second. This is one of the reasons I wouldn't mind living in the countryside - being able to grow my own food (not that I would actually manage that, but it's the thought that counts, right?).

So, back from another fantastic weekend, this time in Southern Estonia. I feel so detached from all work (except painting the house and babysitting, which are so far from the usual meaning of the word in my case). I spent hours on FB today, answering stupid questions and feeling even dumber for doing it. It just seems so difficult to start with all the things that need doing. Should probably start with the clothes in the washing machine that need hanging, but am too lazy for that!

I finished another book - Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. It was surprising and somehow recognisable at the same time. I wonder if all kids are somewhat autistic at some point, or was it just me? Perhaps I am just finding excuses for my insufficient social skills...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuAtVm--mTg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orACIBjHuI4
I'm so glad there are more and more British artists gaining popularity in Est, singing with beautiful accents. Wish I could hear that one charming mixture of so many different influences again. Funny, the things one manages to miss.