Boxing Day

I'm currently living out of boxes. The new flat is awesome...but my creativity is at an all time low. It's pretty amazing, apart from the pervading smell of rotting fruit that comes from living so close to Tooting Market, which while convenient makes me remember some of the places I've lived in Africa a little too well. The garbage tip outside the flat was initially filled with fermenting avocados and mangoes...a smell I would not wish on anyone. Hopefully the noxious liquid oozing from the refuse will simply seep away in the next couple of days...or else I might go mad. As it is I can't even drink fruit juice at the moment...and I can't even bear the thought of eating a mango!

The move went well though...but people aren't wrong when they rate it as stressful as divorce or suffering the loss of a loved one...bloody hell I feel weird. At least I get to watch Sin City tonight and maybe drown out the sound of my disgruntled bank account...sigh.

Tooting is a fascinating mixture of people. The markets are colourful and bright. The air is filled with strange smells: spices, fruit, incense and sweetmeats. I feel like I've moved to another country, when in reality I have only moved a couple of kilometres. However, today I plan to explore and walk around...because my hands testify to the fact that I have done far too much cleaning in the last few days and I deserve a break.