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Before the onset of winter, the warmth of summer was foremost on my mind. That was September. Now it's almost April and it's still cold. I'm still wearing layers. I still wear a willy hat. I'm still enclosing my skin with heat- tech clothing innovations. Summer seems so far away.

The added heating expense also doesn't help my sanity. It wasn't like the year before when it was a bit warmer indoors. We haven't seen snow for a couple of years. It's just cold. As the clock moves forward, it's going to be longer days. Even for a short while, there's joy.

breathing jen

I almost caught an afternoon viewing of Cake at the nearest cinema two weeks ago. But because of circumstances too complicated to manoeuvre I had to forego the exercise, I'll catch it on the telly whether on Sky, DVD, PS4 and the likes. It's hard to find free time when one has a toddler. Jen Aniston would still do movies and Cake proved her range and she'll continue to traverse the sphere beyond her tabloid glamour. I viewed the SAG and the Golden Globe Awards online. I skipped the Bafta and the Oscars. All those who are going to win did win. There were no upsets. I enjoyed gazing at the gowns online and on the papers. I was basically time-wasting and it was good for my psyche.

I look at Judy Ann and Jennifer and I just follow how they are doing with their careers. By definition of the word, no idolisation involved, they didn't persevere in the academe (what's the point if you win the lottery?). So I'm just looking -- buying their magazine covers, watching their movies, catching their interviews, hoping they're being wise in their investments.

recovery

My cough is still here. I went to the GP but aside from checking my breath sounds, I left more perplexed as ever. Doctors should know how to enlighten. Maybe I'm coughing due to the chill and the stress of too much work. I should just cover myself in more fleece and knitwear during winter and concentrate on breathing, try to avoid red meat, dip into more fruits and vege.




But the highlight of my week is certainly the visit to the National Portrait Gallery just at the back of the National Gallery. The portrait paintings from the Tudor era are so well-restored, such talent in an era of beheadings and a monarch's absolute rule. I love looking at paintings. I love museums.

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Fridge magnets from the museum's gift shop; I didn't notice they were both named Liz. And yes, what is a Warhol creation doing in an English gallery?