Spring, with longing for Summer

Living statues are spooky. Here’s one, with River Thames as the backdrop.


Spring’s here. With surprising yellow, purple and white snowdrops pushing pass the eternal green of grass beds. No leaves on trees as yet. Maybe it takes more than sunlight for them to wake up.

The sun rises early here. It’s bright by 6.30a.m, and it causes false alarms where you jump out of bed because the room is too bright for the early morning, mistakenly thinking you’re late for the daily 9 am classes.

It’s beautiful, the clear blue sky. But it’s freezing cold – bloody wind! Here in Notts, there are more snowy days in March relative to December. No worries, we have custard to cure chilled bones. Custard with everything called puddings, and mind you, almost any dessert is referred to as pudding here. From gateaux (cake in French) to pavlovas (fluffy whipped cream balls stuffed with fruits).

But, time moves too quickly here. Summer will come too soon to carry me home, which thank goodness am no longer lounging for with the intensity well above alarming/ disease causing.

Busy, busy, busy. From Monday to Friday, in the sickening maze of a med school we have. Don’t bother asking me what my weekends are like. Give me 2 weeks notice. Studying now is a choice, not a necessity? Am I deteriorating, or just growing up?


Current music: Jamie Cullum's Everlasting love (OST -Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason)