The doves are cooing........Jo

I'm sitting outside listening to the doves make their lovely sounds. It's the end of a work day and I have been busy giving briefs, getting lost on the way to giving the brief, and dancing in the moment with work challenges.

I wish I could talk to Thom but I'm grateful for the emails back and forth. As we both get used to the time difference between us and allowing our bodies to catch up with new surroundings, I am sure that we'll find more ways to communicate. Like Skype or gmail chat. Today I realized that we can use sound for skype and video with gmail or yahoo at the same time. That's crazy, eh?

Here I am in Oxford. It was an impulsive trip to a very beautiful city. Stunning architecture and quite simply a place of extreme beauty. I will go back and allow more time. Driving on English roads is a lesson in patience with all the round abouts. As I go through every 2 miles of these monsters, I'm wondering what were the Brits thinking? "Take the thurrrd exit on the roundabout" the GPS says. The roads are narrow, especially between the villages and out in the countryside. But it is beautiful, with green pastures everywhere.

In Cambridge the other night, at this lovely seafood restaurant, I tried potted shrimp. It sounds ghastly to me, the word "potted" but it was quite tasty as an appetizer. I was able to get some outrageous cheeses the other day from the local cheese maker. But then I think I've covered that in one of my other posts. You can see I'm impressed with the cheese.

If you were here, Thom, we'd be going out to dinner and so tonight when I go, I'll drink a toast to you and hope that you are sleeping soundly. I think it's 2:00am your time. Sweet dreams.