{ yesterday's tweets. }

• 07:23 Woek c.6am without prompting. Going to school. Like. ACTUAL school. wtf. #
• 13:39 Spent morn w/ex-tutors; now w/bff. #
• 15:41 On the bus home. Feel like a kid again! #
• 16:25 Back at the house. Back to unpacking. #
• 21:39 @twincy Is this Noisy McNoiserson? Because if so: pfft, SMACK HER. #
• 21:40 Am finally carting boxes of books up to my room. Enthralling, I know. #
• 21:44 @twincy Ha, okay, this is my shameface. I asked N to do that all the time. In my defence, she'd be up till 4am. #
• 21:45 Life of Pi = still smashing. ! #
• 22:33 @twincy still, 10pm! Oy. #
• 22:34 Boxes & bags all upstairs now. Will put things on shelves tomorrow! Now: reading+bed. Ker-nack-ered! #

{ as soon as you've rearranged the mess in your head. }

As ever, when I don't have the time to post properly, I post poetry. Am on a cummings kick this week.

--

Spring is like a perhaps hand
by e. e. cummings

         III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

--

The Mother and I are off to Leicester to (a) have my blouses re-fitted and (b) buy bangles/shoes. Smashing! (Whilst sari shopping can be massively exhausting, bangle-shopping is really too much fun.) Photos later, natch.