Echoes of Flavio's Ghost Dreaming

Maybe it's that winter thing. Feeling like I'm in a sort of limbo, in transition between states, as if something was about to happen but not quite able to put my finger on it.

Went to Inferno at the Electric Ballroom on Friday -it was a good night all round; then to the Intrepid Fox on Saturday to meet with my friend Michela who had returned to live in Sardinia and was (is) briefly in the country; I'm not particularly enamoured of the place, a bit loud to have a conversation (although, surprisingly for a metal pub, far easier to talk and hear there than at the Dev) but we had a good time. Yesterday was spent doing lessons away, carefully trying to avoid skidding when driving through snowed and icy side streets in Highbury... and falling on my backside in the snow a couple of times.

All of this feels slightly unreal, though, as if it all was half a dream and not quite real life. I'm sure it will get better when the weather improves...

Just hearing in the news about the cabin where the Queen and Philip were going to stay somewhere in Africa, which was burgled by a band of baboons (a flock? a school? a gang?). Why did that make me smile so much.

Well, I did try. Got up at 6:00, got my stuff ready, walked (very slowly) to the car, fell over in the snow, managed to get the car out of the side-street where it was parked, without practically any brakes or steering. It felt really dangerous so I called it a day and phoned the school and my head of music. Of course none of them were up yet. Fell over again on the very slow walk back home. Then I had the call: the school is closed anyway. Now I'm too awake to go back to bed and have a rather sore bottom (I bet you needed to know this).

Maybe will go out later to take pictures of the snow. For the time being.. don't know. Reading and watching the news and seeing what people are up to in LJ, FB, Twitter and the rest.