Welcome.  As Dave from Shrewsbury once told me, "it's serene, like".  

Now sure, we had just finished bouncing down a river in Laos on inner tubes and were drinking beers in a butterfly-filled garden, but there's no reason life can't be like that [some of the time]. For me it's cooking and traveling and coffee with the cats and dancing in the living room at 3 in the morning to pretty trashy music and the semi-religious experience of really, really, good new shoes.  I promise not to post pictures of shoes or cats or dancing.  

Friday, April 14, 2006

Prelude 2 - Easter 2006, Hotel Brighton, Paris, France

I am trying to get to the coffee. My dad is between me and the coffee and this is making me even more cranky than I would normally be in the mornings (and after 10 years of getting up to face clients, opposing counsel and my secretary, I have become extremely unlikable pre-caffeine).

He appears to be talking to me.

“... concerned... you’re not happy... mother and I… something something something…”

I heard this before, it is a conversation that never goes anywhere. Today, driven to respond so that I can get to the plunger, I turn around and say “Fine, I’m very unhappy, I hate my job, I’m always inside the office, I only meet other professionals, my most enlightening conversations are with the cat, and I can’t work out where I made the pivotal decision that resulted in my life being so fucked up.”

He looks confused.

“Why don’t you leave then?”

I tell him I will. And I get my coffee.
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