Hey everybody, I hope you're all well. I came back yesterday after 5 lovely days in London.

I was there with a friend, and she was attending a yoga workshop during the day and in the evening we hung out together. A perfect combo, so in the day I got to see the city and shop on my own, which I don't mind.
I went to Tate Modern and to some exhibitions in The British Museum. I've seen the classical exhibitions in British Museum before, so I concentrated on their temporary ones, they had an exhibition called The American Scene - prints from Hopper to Pollock on american print makers from the beginning of the last century until today - etching, lithography, drypoint, woodblock etc, it was all there used by various artists to express their view on society and life. It was amazing, so many great works

They also had an exhibition on the fascination of birds and nature in chinese art through times, a japanese exhibition and an exhibition on living and dying in different societies. Apparently an average person in western culture takes 14.000 pills during his/her lifetime

Two life spans and the pills taken - pill by pill - were laid out as part of the exhibition. Do you think you take that many pills? I don't think I do..
On Tate I walked through the free galleries, thinking a lot about the many expressions of art, the difference taste and need people have for art. Because quite frankly I saw a lot of amazing things but I also saw a lot where I just went

Popart.. Minimalism.. some of the surreal work.. And I adored the abstract works, the expressionism, the huge Monet they have etc.. i'm not saying that those works that don't appeal to me are without value or interest, they just don't do much for me and it's interesting how differently we do and perceive art..
I also visited a gallery with works from London print makers, in particular there was one artist called Susie Perring, which work really stood out for me as soon as I saw it, and I so badly wanted to buy some of her works. But sadly they were a bit out of my reach economically and I had to settle for a couple of postcards... For now
I also bought a bunch of books to more than reasonable prizes

, mostly novels but also one book on asian art, and some cd's as they're cheaper as well. Among others The Gutter Twins - Saturnalia and the new Portishead
But at one point it seemed like my little holiday was about to be ruined, I was walking around London friday, had just discovered a church with a little market and a café and was feeling rather relaxed and happy when my phone rings, and it's one of my neighbours whom I not normally talk to. She has a one-room apartment next to mine, her livingroom/bedroom is adjoining to my bedroom.
You might remember from my previous journals that we're getting a new roof etc at the moment and work men and scaffolds and whatnot all over the place. She didn't know I was in London, but could tell I wasn't at home, and was calling to inform me that the work men have opened some water pipes on the loft and the water had been pouring down through the ceiling into her apartment, very much water had come through, it was still dripping ..and she suspected into mine as well

I fucking nearly fainted in the middle of that church market..
If the water would have gone in in my apartment on the other side of the wall were it had in hers, there was a chance it had ruined not only the ceiling and wall, but furniture, my laptop, my scanner, electric installations, clothes whatnot, placed along the wall..not to mention the woodden floor boards and seeping through to the next apartment.. And nobody had my keys to get in and check, and the foreman of our building wasn't at home. I called a friend who tried to get a locksmith to go out to the apartment with her, but he refused as it wasn't her apartment.
In the meantime my neighbour got the idea to crawl over the scaffolding into my balcony and look through my windows..and she couldn't see any water!! What a relief

I relaxed then, tried to get back into holiday mood, but did wonder if any water would have gone into my bathroom as it's next to the bedroom..and the thought was not overly pleasant but the lesser of two evils, as the bathroom after all is build for water and the floor solid.
Well, the minute I stepped into my apartment I knew some water has gotten in somewhere, because of the smell of rusty water that met me. I went to the bedroom first and here is only a few very small and weak shadows of water that you actually have to strain to discover, and then I opened the door to the bathroom.. and bingo, there it was, big water damage on the ceiling and walls..

It's not cool, it needs a lot of work, but it's a miracle it only got into the bathroom, and nowhere else where it could have done a lot more damage. So in that regard I'm happy and relieved

The work men are fucking idiots, they were messing with water pipes without turning of the water, apparently they couldn't be bothered and they didn't turn it off before my neighbour came up and asked them to. Then they didn't bother to try and check if any more apartments were effected by the water and all in all, from what I'm told, seemed like that they didn't give a shit about the trouble and damage they've caused... Fucking idiots. They really live up to all the horrible prejudices I have about workmen.. if you're too stupid and/or too lazy to turn of the water before doing something like that, I don't dare to think what will happen next... But they're going to pay for this..
Well, enough about all that. What's been up with you people?

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