So Bo-ho

An exceptionally odd week, even for a Finnish July, with only one appointment in my calendar – and that for the cat! (Although I did initially mix up our vaccination appointments, the worst that happened was that I got up two hours earlier than I needed to: I’m not protected against cat flu.)

With no work either, lousy weather and a disturbingly full refrigerator, I decided to hole up at home doing the writer thing. No hair washing or leg shaving, and only popping out briefly just before midnight – in a long skirt mind you – when I remember I’ve almost forgotten the photo of the day.

I’d been finding the final nicks and tucks to the script prohibitively tricky; but a few days isolation gave me the leisure required to sufficiently re-immerse myself in the Mourning Primrose world. The characters – and one in particular – gave me a good scolding and told me what they’d been trying to say if only I’d bloody well listen.

For days, the only conversation I’ve conducted has been with fictional characters and cats. Yet now the weekend looms and it’s time to break free of this unhealthy clowder.

The concrete terraces of Leppävaara await! Er, I'm just so bo-ho...