A week and a half in in our new flat, and everything feels great. For the first time since I came to London I don't have any problems to take care of, no worries no cries.
I was even out running again yesterday, in Regents park. First time I was there actually, but I love it already. Prefer Regent to Hyde, it looks like how you picture paradise. And it was so nice and warm that I could actually lie down on a bench and bask in the sun for a while, (until a dog came and woke me up). But it was really nice. (Not considering the fact that I can't walk today, cause I'm so unfitted. My muscles probably look like raisins or something...)

Sadly, someone who yet haven't made it up from the gutter, is my beloved Pete Doherty. Spending some spare time in prison, I've given up my last hopes to see him in Sweden this year eighter. Luckily I did catch a gleam of him (ehrm, first row ! oh yeah!) @ Rhythm factory earlier this year.
But who know, he might show up. Miracles do appear sometimes! Just never seem to when they include Pete D and Sweden in the same sentence.

The biggest question that keeps bothering my mind at the moment (it always have to be something, doesn't it?),
is if I'm gonna go back to the city of my dreams after the festival holiday ala Sweden, or if I'm gonna stay there, doing nothing (because there is nothing to do, no jobs to get...!) 
   Ah, still got some time to think about that. I think I have to confer it all with my dear Wookie.

'til next time,
have a good one
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