Feeder

I did 20 minutes of abs exercises tonight. I also made blueberry and lime muffins, which I will not eat, but I will take into work for my team to eat. I'm in a weird mood where I need to be doing something at all times. I've also handwashed lots of my silk clothes. I have a phenomenal amount of silk tops and dresses, most of which spent the majority of their life at the bottom of my laundry basket waiting to be washed.

I really can't wait to go on holiday. I saw a picture of the nearest beach today - it looks like this:

I think a poem may be in order...this is one of my absolute favourites. It's called The Lake Isle of Innisfree and it's by William Butler Yeats.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.