42

Turned 42 recently. Didn't end up making it to Iceland as Play Airlines went bankruptcy.

Went to Madrid insteady as a Plan B.

It worked out well thanks to choice recommendations from Daniel Munoz from the British Council.

Paule got me remembering John Coltrane tickets for my bday. Mesmerising.

Looked after kids at the weekend and9 walked in the autumn leaves. Separate things.

Typing this on a phone real quick but feels liked on 00getting back to the Livejournal Days.

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