I feel myself to be just hanging around, slightly at a loose end. Moving to Brisbane in a few weeks has sent everything into an administrative tailspin. I have lots to do and don’t quite want to start any of it, for fear of discovering just how much of it there is.
Wandering off to Journal the other morning, I passed this helmet, for some odd reason clicked to the decorative railing on the wall. Actually quite fetching a lid in its own way.
The other thing distracting from winter is the upcoming cyclocross. Likely to be a total physical disaster for me, the ever-generous Blakey managed to toughen up my kindly ride and – together with Nick Cee, helped me and Laura get ourselves good and dirty.
Now, where the hell did I leave that To Do list?
eleanor j jackson 