London permanently grey and overcast, partner sunk back into private hell and yet another death. At least I don't live in China or the Congo. Not said flippantly. Have been to both and current read, Tim Butcher's Blood River, is bringing the scary Congo times vividly back to life. China being everywhere at the moment needs no such reminders. We're just back from holiday - there, see - at least we could have a holiday. Really good one too. Not there. France. That was all looking fairly uncertain for a long time, but we got there. And back. Middle of France with friends was exactly what was needed. No internet, tv, radio, just books, pool and one or two sneaky newspapers. Now it's back to the continuing gloom. I am really beginning to wonder if there's a jinx. I mean, I know there's a recession and all but everywhere I turn, whether it's orthodontists or bank sharks or BT or just other motorists, everyone seems to be really grumpy or trying to pull a fast one. Death was the only relative I was ever close to. Funeral tomorrow. The gloom of the deal falling through is making me more glum now than when it all happened.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.