Just when you are down and low, pleasant surprises are the most uplifting.

As long as 3 months ago, I wrote a blog complaining how I miss receiving surprises. Surprisingly, two have come since then, both magnificent, and sweet as honey, one in the post and one in person.

A sketch of two girls in dresses having the brightest smiles on their faces, sealed with love and sent across the Atlantic from a place called Waltham. I know you wanted to tell me that just a smile and the warmth of our friendship can drive away any worries.

A surprise visit from city to the wharf just when my skeptism weighed me down has brought me a whole world of confidence and strength. Your inner side of a snow-coated cover always lays the most confortable blacket when I feel cold and tremble, till I grow old (then probably I will need a genuine cashmere blanket)

When the going gets tough (and sleepy), the tough goes blogging…