A short walk from our flat is a statue of Mohatma Gandhi, and it is worn from all of the years of sitting there, staring out from his perch in Tavistock Square, looking at a very normal street that then leads past him into the heart of Bloombury, the little Italian restaurant where my mum and I go when she's had a bad day and can't bring herself to cook, since they have these big breadsticks that she likes to dip in alfredo sauce and I can get her to laugh by wiggling it by my lips like it's a cigar, and I'm Groucho Marx, and then it goes past the turn for the little news stand next to the Russell Square station, which is on the Blue line. Or you can go the other way, up the street, and it will take you to Euston, the huge station, where you can grab the brown line, which takes you right to Charing Cross which I use to go to see Parliament, and I love to sit in on PM's Question Hour and watch all of the MPs yell at each other in the name of the Crown, but what I love best of all is to sit outside of Parliament and watch Big Ben, waiting for the chimes to strike, and I'll sit out and wait for a whole half-hour, because something that beautiful, the way those bells ring through
all the city if you just listen, it just begs you to bear witness, and not just once, because beauty should never be a one time thing, just as joy should be everlasting, like ripples in an ocean, that eventually evaporate, but not until it has shook its way through every atom and changing it with the experience of being so utterly perfect, if only for a moment.
I love being home.
Private to Mellie and Nev!Hi!! Oh, isn't it so lovely to be home! Mummy and I spend all of my first night watching Blackadder videos and she braided my hair in the best way and she showed me the new pharoah exhibit, which is so breathtaking, I can hardly hold on to my words when I see it. I've already gone to my favourite pancake shoppe, the one right by the museum, and to Safeway to stock up on all of my favourite foods, since Mum wasn't sure what to get, since I like all kinds of things, like right now, I like to mix Wheatabix with blueberry jam and put in a little bit of orange juice with vanilla ice cream, which is so delicious, like one of those lollies that are fruits in cream, but better, because it is orange, which is such a lovely, cherry colour, it reminds me of August days around five in the afternoon, and it tastes like summer, too which is the most lovely taste in the world, like a dessert that you eat out of the most beautiful dish in the world, a glass one of all of the colours of the rainbow that you can barely finish, but you'd rather be bursting at the seams than not finish it at all.
Anyway, Mum thought it would be smart for me to just let you all know, since we live in a rather busy Muggle neighbourhood, that you should disapparate right inside of our entrance door, since then you have to go up two flights of stairs to get up to our flat door, which is very common on our street, so you don't need to feel like you are interrupting at all. You can come any time, without saying, but if I am not home, I'll leave a note on the door, because it would be rude of me to extend such an invitation and then leave you with the possibility of sitting there without me.
I miss you both! I can't wait to see you, though I know that you have things to do during Christmas that are brilliant, and I send you so much love and excitement as you do them, as if every word I write has energy in it, giving you big hugs. Cheers!
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