Friday, 8 February 2008


I think I am addicted to cornflakes.

I think this is because I do not do enough with my time, and so end up in the kitchen, idly eating breakfast cereal out of the packet. At least it is low fat.

Also, when the alternative is translating a site report, cornflakes are your friends.
(Average translation time: two pages of French an hour.)

Most people do drugs. Me? Cornflakes.

I think I need a drink.

Monday, 4 February 2008


...that was overdue.

An hour, a few buckets of tears and a confession of fragility later I'm still at home when I should be in the city.

I am tired, unwell, back to the bottom step.