Thursday, July 12

mind in neutral (last week)

A brain disengaged from New South Caledonia is a great thing. Whenever I feel like a change from staring at the hotel room wall, I stare at the TV instead, without taking much in. I could blame the lame American programs, but I think the fault is in the tired brain. Meanwhile the cellmate's packing in the London sights. If I was a normal person I suppose I would be phoning her, but I know what her voice sounds like, and I don't think she needs to be updated on my movements.

Haven't been desperate enough to call the pension fund yet, but enjoyed my first talk ever with Albert's cousin Molly on Skype last night, and I'll meet her and some other cousins at the weekend. If my brain ever clears enough to connect my various devices to wifi simultaneously I'll try adding some more photos to Albert's family blog, as my contribution to the festivities - there's expected to be 24 descendants from 3 generations, coincidentally on Canadian independence day. Cap'n Kev reckons I should be stressing at the thought of being amongst all those strangers who know each other, but I can't be bothered yet. For now I'm thinking guest-of-honour rather than odd-one-out.

I'm managing to take my turns at scrabble without losing too badly. Mind you, I still managed to send three personal scrabble messages intended for the cellmate, to one of my clients, by mistake.


  1. I'm not sure if you are relaxed or bored. Or a bit of both.

    I hope the family visit goes well. I'm thinking guest of honour.

  2. I say!

    How many cricket channels are there on the TV where you are just now?

    MM III

  3. Albert? Fun, fun, fun! Hotboy

  4. Nanners, indeed it turned out to be mostly guest-of-honour, but odd-man-out might have been less hard work.

    Mingers, one too many actually.

    Hotters, are you sure about that? The strongest drink was (great) root beer.