to be a druid....

As briely intimated on this blog not so long ago, Stonehenge to me is truly a bunch of rocks. Say, just for an example, that I'd been a druid a little good while ago, I might have been willing to alter my take on the topic. Maybe this place indeed is a mystic place where the weird and the wonderful materialised and people got enlightened with the ways of the magic.

Yahdi-yah and blah blah blah. I've said it. Merci beacoup!

On another note, and still referring to the previous entry by my beloved Xinola, it is really nice to receive some family visits. You might want to ask me later and in particular after the visits, if it was such a fulfilling experience. For the moment being, nevertheless, I'm thrilled to bits.

Xinola's aunt will be an interesting case. Not least because we dont share a common lingua but also for the reasons outlined below. My personal perceptions and feelings towards England have changed so dramatically within the duration of my 'visit' that I'm not sure what and how I could elaborate. For Xinola's aunt, however, we'll be looking towards showing some real English things and not just London. One should not misread this, I actually really like London, at least to visit every now and then that is...

Then the following entrance to our little house on the prairie will be my brother, contemplating his passage through the years. 40 of them, to be exact. My plan was to take him to the Kop (if you dont know what this is, there is no need to know) but this has proved to be a formidable task and in this case a task of a financial kind. 200 pounds for a bloody ticket!!!!! Me-not-get-robbed-in-clear-daylight. Honestly, you can get these cheaper but only if you belong to a supporters club, are an CEO of a MNC, or just happen to be in a right place at the right time. Unfortunately for my brother, netiher of this applies to me. I'm sure we'll have a good time still and we'll be able to make the most of it.

My retired parents have also decided that it is a good idea to see the countryside in England. This, me thinks, should be quite straight forward. They are retired, they know how to spend time without really having anything to do. That's why I'm not worried. We'll just have to wait and see.

Then there is something else. Recently I've been going through a lot of emotions. I need to figure out how to go ahead with my working life. Work really sucks and even if you're getting paid and all, it still sucks. How could I find a passion for something and then the will to pursue it? What do I need to do realise that this has to be done? All questions, no answers... Shit.

I'll leave it there.