So winter has come early here in the Czech Republic and I feel weighed down just like this little bluebell-ish flower.
(Is it one of those Spanish ones that have overtaken the English ones? I'm not very good at botany. As you may have guessed.)
The clever rescue plan of moving in with the Cowboy got me out of my flat and avoiding life on the streets or randomly on someone's sofa (actually I don't know anyone grown up enough here to have an actual sofa...)just in time to avoid financially overstretching myself into bankruptcy, but it has left me in a flat so inaccessible and so undesirable that no meet-ees really want to come here. Thus my income has remained so low I can barely save anything and now I feel utterly doomed to having to spend Christmas here. And I really didn't want that at all. But I'm rather used to being backed into corners forcing me to choose what I don't want. It's horribly familiar now.
Enough. I mustn't feel sorry for myself. This weekend I got to see beautiful countryside covered in snow.
And by this morning there had been this much (see the level on the balcony ledge)!
And I must be grateful that I am not stuck sleeping out in the cold. Unlike this cow.
Chudák!
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