Brick_ walling

Somewhere along the lines of my dealing with advertisers and convincing my best friendy to start her own blog to deal with her boring non-working syndrome in Bahrain I missed my own blog. I don't know what it is. In between delegating all day long, dealing with family that are visiting in London, managing project after project, and train travel I find I have no where to note my thoughts. Twitter is not a strong enough medium to hold my 1 million uncorresponding thoughts. And there is no way in hell I could even think about condensing them all to 140 characters. so here I am, back from a wonderful break in Leeds, missing my stolen Nikon D-40, missing my friends, and craving Arabic food like a mad woman.

Like clock work its after midnight, I am restless, I have questions, I am packing boxes of clothes and shoes in my head and ready to move house.

Amongst all the wonderful things that are happening in my career I made time for a late movie and ordered room service with my brother on his last night with us in Leeds. Shakespeare in Love was playing. I never really liked the movie, and I will never truly get why/how Gwyneth Paltrow nailed that Oscar. But after not having seen it in so long I not-so-casually burst into tears towards the very end. Not because of the story but because of love. How could I have forgotten their story? How could I have forgotten the most famous love story of all time? It all came brick walling at me.

*For there is no greater love story than that of Romeo and his Juliet*










And yes I am blogging to Clair De Lune's Claude Debussy. What can I say ?I am a sucker for the piano and strange habits.