Our food and table decoration was a dedication to Robert Burns this Sunday.

To A Mouse - Robert Burns -

Small, sleek, cowering, timorous beast,
O, what a panic is in your breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With hurrying scamper!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
It's feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December's winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!

You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough past
Out through your cell.

That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter's sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.

But Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leaves us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear

The rest of the day went like this... Little White Lies magazine, How I Met Your Mother, Just Kids by Patti Smith and the repeated watching of Noah and the Whale's new video.

My house had a certain calm atmosphere today that only seems to show itself on a Sunday.
The air feels heavy, while my body effortlessly floats through a sedate sense of time.
I don't know how to better describe it, but know this strange feeling... I salute you every week.
Happy Sunday.


Waking up with a slight hangover was tolerable this Sunday, mainly because i awoke with a Waugh at the end of my bed. Giggling about the intoxicated comedy the night before was almost as funny as the actual night itself.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling Dolly and trying not to fall
asleep. I hadn't seen dear Dolly since Christmas so we had a good catch up and gossip about all that had been going on since we last saw one another. We laughed, we smiled, but most of all we loved each other.
Happy Sunday Dolly x


Today i ate brunch at the Blue Note Jazz Club.
Today i walked the Brooklyn Bridge.
Today i felt infinite for the millionth time this week.
Today i wrote part of my future biography.
Today i didn't want to go home.


Today i woke up in Brooklyn, New York.
Today i ate brunch at the Boathouse - Central Park.
Today i rode the carousel.
Today i spent the day with amazing and beautiful people.
Today i saw stunning views of Manhattan from New Jersey.
Today i felt infinite.