Head Space Daily Words...

The ability to sleep eluded me last night as I lay in bed semi-sub consciously staring at a white washed ceiling. A subdued mood hung over me but as it is my eldest son Noah's birthday, I had to ease out of my slumber. A train to Shoreditch, a bagel from Brick Lane and a mooch around The Whitechapel Gallery set me back on track. Now home with my boys for more dining table table tennis, then off to the local tapas bar later on to celebrate Noah's eleven years on planet Earth...