This might sound a bit weird, but when I went with the rest of my family to visit our grandma for her 85th birthday, my inspiration stayed at home. At the very least it has been avoiding me for the length of my stay so far. I find it challenging to even write this much. Maybe it’s the change of environment, maybe it’s the constant sounds made by the members of our distant family, perhaps just the fact that I’ve not “been in the mood” or a mixture of some or all.

Anyway, in two hours I will be at a birthday party, created somewhat against my grandmothers will, enjoying delicious food, entertaining company(hopefully) and a headache will gradually settle in due to the noise. Hmm, maybe I would be better off in the peace and quiet of the red sofa back home.

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