Revival

So as we nearly approach the one year anniversary of this unattended blog, seeing as I yet again across the Atlantic on this rain slicked rock in the sea, I felt it prudent to jolt this lifeless abomination with some juice.

London.

Enchanting though you are it surprises me the simplest things, beyond your control, which so mercilessly mar and disfigure your visage in my eyes.

Securing housing, for example, is a challenge I was exceptionally ill prepared for on the psychological front, though I've no doubt that physiology is also taking part to add to the grim nature of my circumstance.

Most of all company which seems always to find the swiftest route to my most sensitive nerve endings, turning the fire beneath my silent rage from spark to inferno.

Even now I wish to throw at them verbal lances and pin them to the wall before tearing their world asunder.

I will be elated when the situation is resolved and my life can again become the happily coursing river it once was. This deluge of drama is intolerable.

I'm off to make a cup of tea.
I hope you survive your day.