It’s 2.42 am in London right now. I know that because I still haven’t changed the clock on my laptop to reflect that I’m now on the other side of the world. And in Australia, where I actually am, it is the first day of Spring. I’m currently housebound as I’ve misplaced my keys so cannot go out until I find them to lock-up. So that’s why I’m finally getting around to writing this blog – instead of sitting in the sunshine with coffee, a cupcake and that seemingly obligatory kamikaze seagull who doesn’t realise that if he touches my cupcake, he dies.
I’m reading a fab book at the moment called 11 minutes. I remember having a random conversation with someone on the tube shortly after I’d moved to London about that book, so it’s kind of cool to be taking up the recommendation (finally). I read another Coelho book last week, The Alchemist (yes, I’m the last person on the planet to read it – I’ve been busy), which I loved. Otherwise I’ve just been existing in my own world, writing songs on a bit of an untuned piano, avoiding the offending keys. I think I have almost written the new album now so hope to record it early next year.
In other news, Felicity Urquhart played Fade Away on her show ABC Saturday Night Country. How fab is Felicity? I saw her speak in Tamworth and she really is a lovely woman as well as extremely talented. And The Post ran an article on me.
So…back to searching for those damn keys…
xxx
