Although this week had an amazing beginning which lead me off with such huge levels of inspiration, things seems to have slowed. I keep finding myself paused, lost in thought so much that I will stand for several minutes in one spot, dazed and not move until the thought stops and I realise I'm just standing there. I think I'm still hurting from the loss my Uncle. It was his funeral yesterday, which makes it feel all the more real that he is gone. It's hard to concentrate on work at times like this and I have a lot to catch up on after lunch today, many words left to type for my assignments and a message to finish off to initiate the Nottingham Improvisation Club.
R.I.P. Uncle Bill.
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