Got this candle on my desk. Looks like snow when it's off, which is proper ironic really. Light it up and it melts away. Funny how everything ends up doing something you never reckoned on.

Stay away from chocolate, mate.

Landed after midnight. Switzerland is my shelter for rest. Sunday at home, writing as usual. Found a new friend, some chinwag on WhatsApp, then a fat burger at the Kurdish guys' place. It's nice to be lazy, sometimes.

Saturday. Borough Market was the plan. Hate the tube, so I walked. The city always has something to show. Somehow ended up in Piccadilly Circus, surrounded by people grabbing last minute Christmas presents. That's when it hit me as there's no one I need to buy a gift for. Not yet.

Home, some good food, soulful house music and the river. Enough, innit?

Sitting by the river, pondering the past, thinking of the future. And you know what? This is the place where I have to be, right now, to do this.