Sweet Sunshine

“I’ve made mistakes, and I know why I made them, but I made that choice. Nobody’s ever made a choice for me.” – Sandra Bullock

 

          I came to slowly this morning and watched Ed sleeping across the room in the hostel. Even asleep there was a certain twist in his face that made me grimace slightly. Perhaps I thought I should apologise to him for the last night. Perhaps I thought he should, but he never would.

            In the end he woke up and we started to talk about the day ahead as though last night had never happened. It was a lovely hot morning and we strolled about town just soaking it up, breathing in the thick swampy air. As we walked about I couldn’t get Paolo Nutini out of my head.

 

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine,

And I’m running late,

And I don’t need an excuse,

’Cause I’m wearing my brand new shoes.

 

            We talked about Ed’s challenge, wondering whether he’d ever pull it off. He insisted he would. Eventually we arrived at the Museé Conti Wax, entertaining, but nothing special.

            This afternoon we’ve been lazing about in the hostel. Sharona #1 still hasn’t got back to me. Looks like I’ll have to pin my hopes on #2 after all… We’ll be leaving for warm up drinks in about half an hour, so I’m off to get changed.