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All I Can Think Of Are Stories…

After a boiling hot weekend (we don’t get many of those in the UK, so I’m not complaining) and a Monday spent in the British Museum, on trains, DLR and in Charlton House, none of the above with any air conditioning, I overheated my body. And I guess my brain, too. Why doesn’t the British Museum have AC I don’t know but the moment I walked in there I was already irritated and felt sick. Even though it was boiling, I didn’t sweat even one drop. Of course, I didn’t realise what was happening until Tuesday morning. At first, I couldn’t move, and I merely thought I was coming down with the flu (every time Little M. finishes school either for a half-term or any other break I seem to be getting sick), but my symptoms were getting more unusual with every passing minute. When I knew it wasn’t the flu, I consulted with my “best friend” Google to clarify my suspicions and yes; I turned out to have had a mild case of the overheated body, for which all my symptoms checked with the google search. Little M. was the bravest boy on earth looking after me and making sure I was drinking enough water.

I was in bed the whole of Tuesday, and the only thing I could think of was writing and stories. I had all those stories planned in my head, and there were good stories. But of course, I couldn’t write anything in my delusional state of mind. I can’t remember any of them (or maybe I was hallucinating) now, but at least I can write a little bit again today. A writer’s life, right?


Filed under: Polish Gal in London, Short Stories, Writing

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Magda Olchawska is an award-winning independent filmmaker, writer and screenwriter. She writes not only about making films and writing but also about financially independent and sustainable lifestyle. Her current projects include Ecotopia Universe and School Runs.

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