Sunday, January 22, 2006

Princess Petra and the Pink Palace

Perhaps due to a certain degree of sleep deprivation, and a full on onslaught of nasty goodbyes, I am feeling particularly melancholy today.

I have a thing about patterns in life… I think there are all sorts of them, particularly circles… and if you can complete a circle then I find it’s quite satisfying. Re-reading this sentence I see that it could read in a way that is different from what I actually mean… but now is not really the time to chug through telf philosophies... The reason for this train of thought is that the first time I came to MK I sat in a park having a picnic on a manmade slope overlooking a manmade pond… and in between thoughts relating to how nice the Waitrose cheese was, thought: this place is weird, full of dual carriageways and seemingly no people, not particularly attractive and why on earth am I going to move here? 18 months latter, my last weekend in MK, I find myself by chance walking in the same park, passing the same pond and reflecting back to the first time I was in this place… pondering the things that have changed in my life and the things that have stayed the same... I’m not sure if anyone sees/understands the circle thing, but I like it that by accident I was in the same place at the start and end of my MK experience. Now in my mind there are many many MK memories encircled by a line that started and ended at a pond in a park.

Sorry if that sounds random, but I attach a photo of the pond… not the most beautiful site in MK it is probably fair to say.

On a different note the reason for being in the park was a walk with assorted family members, one of whom is Petra. After passing the pond we went past the MK gallery which is bright pink. Alliteration is great and so the title of my first children’s book (should I ever write it) will be Princess Petra and the Pink Palace. I quite like the photo below, especially the way the pink wall makes her brown hair look a bit red and the fact that she looks like she is featuring in a children’s clothes catalogue.

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