Achilles Blog 65 – 14.12.14 Walking Home for Christmas

On a beautiful evening walking from Lewisham station to home, (husband) Jay finally said the words I was longing to hear……you’re not veering into me, J!……you’re walking straight!!….yay! We were returning from an afternoon touring the backstage areas of the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden organised by marvellous fellow BM volunteer and London tour guide Yannick (http://insearchoflosttimes.wordpress.com/) and the trains were packed…there is no time when London is not full of people making the most of what it has to offer. But a broken-down train meant no stopping at our station – so we took a chilly ride on Shanks’s pony instead…me doing a deliberate heel first and then pressing down onto big toe like James from Vivobarefoot told me to…
We went the whole hog and had afternoon tea in the Rosewood Hotel, Holborn after the tour with fun ex-neighbour and friend Eve (nearly 80!!) ..where we fantasised from our armchairs about all the travelling we want to do, how we were going to spend 6 months in Venice learning Italian, or German in Berlin, or sunning ourselves in Greece, or visiting the Met in New York. Neither Eve nor I have lived anywhere else but London. London is our home … but the world is stunning and we want to see it and be in it and experience it. Check this (truly) awesome video of the gloriousness of the natural world….https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ww8ONPOnfOE#t=15. Has anyone here ever cried after seeing the view? I was moved after seeing the vast span of red rocks in Colorado driving south towards Mesa Verde National Park I think (Jay driving)… it is huge and breath-taking and beautiful, and I felt I just wanted to be in and absorbed by the landscape (see pic)…like somehow it is part of me and me part of……it.
The young waiter at the Rosewood is finishing his 1 year of hospitality training and returning home to Amsterdam this Christmas; Yannick is leaving his beloved London and returning home to Luxembourg with his parents for the holidays…. and Driving Home for Christmas is on the radio…really simple lyrics but so evocative of stopping normal life, and winding down on the drive towards home, looking forward to warmth, comfort, cosiness, lovely people you feel truly yourself with, getting out of the traffic-jam busy-ness, letting go and doing next-to nothing….. unless you’re cooking the turkey of course….
jx
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About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtTgtkDLNys). Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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