16 October 2010

It's Saturday today and I'm heading into the office. Oh, the dedication! It's been like this for a while now... Me, the office, very little else. I'm not too sore about it, most of the time. But it can make me rather dull.

Perhaps, I did do something a little out of the ordinary. For example, on Thursday, I was wandering along Euston Road, with every intent to go to work. I had on my little, silk, grey shirt that I picked up at the second hand store, coupled with a black woollen skirt and then some boots. It's been cold recently, so I pulled out my heavy grey coat and to add a bit of colour to it, I wrapped by bright purple, woolly scarf around my neck. I never did have much of a sense for fashion. I'd love to employ someone to dress me chicly.

And just as I rounded the corner, at St Pancras International, I turned from my route - surprising myself - and strode up to the ticket booth requesting a round trip ticket to Paris for the day. And I went. And I saw some Rodin and ate some foie gras and sat in the jardin des tuileries watching the tourists and the pickpockets. And then I got back on the train and was in London in time for the ten o'clock evening news. It was quite a lonely little trip but it was nice, I think, on account of the pointless spontaneity.

I'm listening to Belle and Sebastian and waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle so that I can hang up my whites before I leave for the office. I've laid out all my little chores on the bed so that I can tackle them over the weekend. I do this every weekend and it seems I always face the same chores, since I never actually get them done. My guitar is lying there, sans one string. The mail for the previous tenants and the landlord waits for redirection and I have some local elections to vote in.

Far cry from a surprise Parisian day trip. I can transport myself with my Balzac though. Perhaps he's the reason why Paris is on my mind.

Those of you who saw me in London on Thursday head down in a pile of paperwork or sneaking up to the Council cafe for some greasy spoon - I assure you, it was my doppelganger. Her resemblance to me is uncanny. I'm afraid if we find ourselves in the same place, at the same time, I'll spontaneously combust! Isn't that the science behind the phenomenon?

11 October 2010

Today is the 11th of October.

Yes, I know that you can see that from my heading.

Did you know that I was chased by a fox? Well, I've told some of you - and you laughed. It was no laughing matter during that instant when I was determining whether she was going to lunge at me. She seemed quite fierce. I was out for my run at the time and I hate to run faster than a light jog. I had to run like the clappers though, because she was swift and she growled and I let out a little yelp as I quickened my pace.

Can you imagine me heaving along down Camden Road at 6am being chased by a fox? It's slapstick in the extreme.

In other misfortunes, I fell over into the road on Friday evening after a good wining with Sandra and I scrapped my knees off. It was truly unfortunate, because it was amongst the height of traffic and in front of a car that had stopped to let me cross. I had to wave him on, because it was going to take me sometime to pick myself up again.

It seems that my clumsy side is back in business. Let's hope it continues. It's the only matter which inspires me to turn to this blog and relay some of my happenings and thoughts lately.

Thoughts. It's October. It's unseasonably warm. My social calendar is perfectly empty until Christmas. And so, I thought I might book myself on a flight to Budapest, avoiding the toxic sludge of course. "Toxic sludge" - what a phrase. Who on earth coined it and why did it stick? Could it have been called anything else?

And quietly, down here at the end (so soon? yes, I must get into bed with book and tea), by way of explanation, I've had guests to entertain recently and they've taken my attention away from you.

Forgive me and wish me well on the roads.