Busy weekend at Stitch Towers. Again. I am no longer an employee so I can’t wow you with my stunning commuter shots or my train related nonsense. So busy weekends are somewhat of a godsend, material wise.
I spent a large chunk celebrating a good friend’s 50th. Here he is, kilted up and pogo-ing. Which can be a hazardous combo. And draughty.
I’m entering a new stage in life and while it’s stressy, it’s ultimately the kind of stress I thrive on. I talked business a lot last night and had a wonderful time, finding out others’ dreams and plans. All that ambition and fervour just waiting to be unleashed.
Redundancy is a bit like a forest fire. It rushes around you and threatens your bubble but it can also bring in its wake the space we all need to start again.
I like change. I always have. And I like space. Sorted.