Area 136

Write a post about how cool and good it felt to be sitting here on my borrowed laptop, blogging from my beanbag while drinking wine and listening to the radio in the candle light.

But for some reason (a very good reason that a lot of you will know by now) all I can think about is mortality, loss and how cruel the world can be at times.

And I am thinking about Sarah.

I know I am not the only person thinking these thoughts tonight, thoughts about a friend and how they are doing, what the hell must they be going through and so on.

And I am sure (and I know from a few phone calls from other equally shocked and upset bloggers that this is true) I am not the only one feeling like totally fucking useless.

If you read this Abi.

If there is anything I can do..........

xxx

I have just had the misfortune to have to give in and use the main toilet up here on the fourth floor of weird inc.

This hell hole is not normally the most fragrant of places and certainly not a location you want to be breathing in big lungfulls of air. And just now when I attempted to use it something was most certainly off. But I foolishly braced my nose and went into a cubicle.

Oh god did I pick the wrong one. There was nothing lurking in the pan but this particular cubicle was the epicenter for a smell so vile, I nearly threw up on the spot.

So I went straight down stairs and into the traffic fumes to fill my lungs with a ciggie. Felt much better after that.

But...

When I came back up I discovered that the evil EVIL waft is spreading along the corridor out there.

I am SOOOO glad I can leave here in 40 minutes!

Bet your all so glad I shared that with you.

I need to remind myself that in June I will be warm.

Because I will be here.

No, not hanging from the bottom of a high flying plane looking down, but on that island.

Having veiws like this

And this,

Inflicted on my eyes.

And wondering how they got the beach that colour.

Hmmmm, feel a little bit warmer now.

They can’t even afford chauffer driven cars these days. Not even a cab!

Yes my dear 0.5 of a rather disinterested reader, whilst out front having a ciggie I beheld Sir Paul “Wacky Macca thumbs aloft” McCartney walking down the street. Even though he was wearing dark Aviator shades, every one he walked past stopped and did a double take and mouthed “That’s Paul McCartney” to themselves.

And Sir Paul was talking on his mobile as he strolled. I over heard a bit of the conversation.

“No, no. She wasn’t – no”

I wonder who he was talking about?