The whole thing started with this dreadful autumn disorder, although I am not sure if it really stems from the lack of sunshine. However, not being able to find any remedy to sooth the pain I set off shopping as it is a general truth that new pens, stylish note-books and colourful clips are the best sources of inspiration. What explicitly stated my poor condition was the fact that in the Underground I got lost...three times... It happened in the city centre which I knew like the back of my palm. The helplessness that seized me then was fairly obnoxious. It also struck me that my brain cells must have been all died out long ago and what had been left was engaged elsewhere out of this world.

When I eventually managed to get to the shop I was so drained out that could not even focused on the stationery. It took me about a dozen of note-books to recover consciousness. However, the natural liveliness and creativity were disclosed at pens. My, they were beautiful, exactly...Light purple and pale magenta to match, dark brown and merry orange... As for the note-books, I was definite to manage without penny-pinching. The decision proved to be sensible. By the time I was ready to go upstairs to fetch a couple of books I was merely dancing. What I got wrong was declining the idea of purchasing The M&M, it must have been well worth buying it to feel how it it could be perceived in English. Better luck next time!

Even though it turned out to be pretty costly and time consuming, even though I was desperately late for the evening lesson, it was worth it. The serenity of mind is much more precious than somewhat 5000 R.

Off to reading, writing and entertaining