In my illness, I wake from a fevered slumber
Outside, I hear the rain pound again and again against the window
I struggle for breathe, too weak to block my ears from the incessant beat of the rain.
I can not speak, my mouth is dry, my nose is locked from the sensory world.
I look up to see a distant light but no one is home.

I fall out of bed and like a wounded soldier crawl my way to get some water.
I sip and am replenished, this time taking supplies with me back to the bedroom.
I turn on the television. The boredom lulls me into another slumber.

I hear a sound and then a vibration, my mobile phone is ringing.
The phone rings out. I reach for the phone and retrieve the missed call.
It is not of importance, nothing ever is when you feel like death.

I sit at the screen staring at the words on the page
All of a sudden I’m in a rage!
Some person has sent an email - urgent please read
I need you to complete an urgent deed.

I wanted it yesterday - it should be ready in fact.
If we don’t have those changes, I’ll have a heart attack!

So you spend the rest of you time just running around.
Until all the approvers you need are found!

Only to learn, it was a nice to have after all.
Some times, you just feel really appalled!

A long weekend has given me the opportunity to finish reading a few books have been building up on my bedroom floor. The weather has been fantastic and I like nothing better than sitting on the balcony, reading a book with a glass of wine nearby.

Almost French was definitely a good read. A light and funny book that doesn’t require a lot of thinking and contemplation. The book’s author is an Australian, who after a chance meeting in Romania met the love of her life - a Frenchman named Frederic. It outlines her journey to adjusting and settling in France, learning their customs and some times silly miscommunications due to the different cultures.

France to her was originally the wonderful romantic city but it turned out to be a city which initially was unwelcoming and cold. After seven years of living in France, she has finally found a happy medium and made France her home. Having contemplated living in another country lately, this book has made me realise that you never fully get to know a place until you live and breathe in it. Perceptions are some times very deceiving.