I know my mojo is returning because on trotting down the soi a few minutes ago I suddenly thought ‘Oh isn’t my soi pretty?’ (soi=street)
My village in Buckinghamshire was pretty. It had the loveliest village green in the centre where they used to play cricket. On three sides were hills swooping up directly behind the buildings fronting the green. A mixture of periods meant houses and shops never looked twee in a nauseous English village way.
I’m not sure I’ve ever thought my soi was pretty but there I was thinking just that. Lots of my tastes have altered since I’ve been here, so I just accepted it for another change in how I define nice-looking.
Whether it’s anyone else’s idea of attractive is neither here nor there; the fact is I appreciated the dapply light. I think I must be getting back to normal.
My village in Buckinghamshire was pretty. It had the loveliest village green in the centre where they used to play cricket. On three sides were hills swooping up directly behind the buildings fronting the green. A mixture of periods meant houses and shops never looked twee in a nauseous English village way.
I’m not sure I’ve ever thought my soi was pretty but there I was thinking just that. Lots of my tastes have altered since I’ve been here, so I just accepted it for another change in how I define nice-looking.
Whether it’s anyone else’s idea of attractive is neither here nor there; the fact is I appreciated the dapply light. I think I must be getting back to normal.
