Is it because I lied when I was 17?

The Muse Letter No.11

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Last year around this time it was raining. This year it’s the same. And probably for the summers to come rain will be a reappearing guest act in my summer, supposedly I stay in Scotland. There has been a huge discourse in the past years, why we need to change how we talk about weather, especially rain. It is not our enemy that destroys what would have been a perfect holiday. It’s our partner and it has it’s purpose. No rain no flowers. Mundane but true. The band Travis, no wonder, by the way is from Glasgow, Scotland. I didn’t actually know that although where else would they be from?

Last year around this time I was watching Murder, she wrote a lot. This year it’s the same. I don’t know why I love it so much, half the time I am not even paying attention to what’s happening, who murdered who and I’ve given up completely trying to find out who the murderer is before amateur sleuth Jessica Fletcher does, but I love watching it. When the first tunes of the piano hug me like a hot chocolate and Jessica in her marvellous colourful outfits and impeccable spirit appears on the screen I just can’t wait to get old, live in an old wooden house by the seaside and be smarter than everyone else.