And so the negotiations begin. That dress or that book--the book seems to get two votes to my poor blue dress's one. Only shoes and coats have enough authority to override books--sundresses just have no gravitas. Unfortunately, as I have been in the tropics for ages I am short on shoes and coats. My sister who is visiting, walks in and watches me talk to my belongings and then just walks out. She has seen this process before.
I am starting to get ready for my trip back to London. Starting and am already daunted. But it is unequivocal--I have to go. A very dear friend is getting married and if I have to spend a few months researching Next Book--so at least three months in London and then most of next spring in London-- when I will hopefully have a working draft of Next Book--yikes. It is not only the library research (which will be prodigious), but it is the small details, the number of windows on a particular house, the color of the wood on the floor boards, the lilac branches in the square--things I need to get right. Luckily there are wonderful blue plaques marking the houses I need to visit. Good for me as my eyesight is terrible and I am likely to count up the windows on the wrong house.
It will be lovely when I get there. I will see my friends, go to my dance classes, take notes, notes, and more notes for Next Book--but I am so unprepared. I have been a bit of an island savage for a while (with brief adventures on the mainland thrown in). I have just realized that I have forty seven puffed up research books that must come with me. Perhaps they would do better in a red suitcase? I can see that there will be much talking to my stuff before this is over.
My friend Michelle has just walked in and taken offense to my island savagery reference. She is now threatening to take me into the jungle for perspective. Oh dear--this summer is going to stranger and stranger.