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?