In the mood of changes

I have been in a fairly foul mood lately ~ being anxious for terrorism and too concerned for all the sad things happening in the world; missing my family; my Italian breakfast; the boring summery nights of my country; and the company of my old girlfriends. London is surely the perfect city for afecionados of individualism like me. But I feel also that this city has an expiry date for those who, like me, enjoy life within a sort of *community* as well. Two days ago I came back from work unusually early and I realised that I had *nothing* (worth, exciting, useful, helpful) to do. Caught by a strong sense of boredom, I decided I needed a repentine change. I started in the most classic way: with a haircut. Then, I persuaded Steve to redesign the interiors of our flat. We moved things around, and now our *alcove* looks much more roomy and bright. It was very therapeutic, and, in fact, I feel much better now in this new space [pics to follow]. Yesterday, I have also bought one of those black old fashion English home telephones, conveying a nostalgic vintage touch to our lounge. It reminds me so vividly when I dialled for the first time ever a telephone number and the surprise I experienced when my grandmum answered on the other side. This is not all. Inspired by Lindsey, I have finally started working seriously on the present Blog. Finally, we went and see a nice flat to buy in West Hampstead (a studio flat which I would rather define a small *loft*), which is a great potential rental investment. After our holiday break and if it is still available, we will think seriously about it. I am off to tidy my new space now, and sorting my clothes out for the coming holiday (one week from now). Steve cooked a great roast dinner today, and he is now watching a war film. He is going to bake some bread, again... We tried last week and we horribly failed. This evening we will relax in front of a film. Ad maiora