the best thing with being alone (and a half **) for a few days in your favorite big house is — obviously — to be on your own in your big house for a few days. with all this situation implies of tea, pictures, coffee, good food, long walks on the beach and in the country, doing nothing, tea, fire in the chimney, reading, taking more pictures, long nights of sleep, silence, good music, all combined or in a random order.
the next best thing with being alone for a few days in your favorite big house is to decide that it’s time to come home.
so i’ll be back on friday, with my new camera and about a dozen rolls of film. (which i really don’t have the money to have processed, but that’s a different matter entirely. if you’re my banker, i apologize. if you’re my father eeerrr… i apologize too. if you’re a savior, i have a paypal account. if you owe me money, now is always a good time. if you don’t care and just want to see new gorgeous pictures, that’s still fine, it’s exactly what i want, too.)
oh and happy and beautiful new year and stuff to you all. yes, the four of you who still read me sometimes ;p
this year, i’ll pretend to believe in new year’s resolutions so i’m making one good “resolution” but it won’t count if i tell it. (and no, it’s not to stop smoking)(it’s not to be a better person either)(or to have a lover)(there are things you just have to give up sometimes, you know?)
(**) : yep, the half is psychocat, first because she’s small but mostly because she’s so scared of everything here that i only saw her tail sometimes and heard the sounds of her frantic runs for places to hide)(she’s taken too much after me, i see it now)
