Burning the almost midnight oil. Funny but I never predicted this development - up preparing pre-interview forms for the dip corps before rising at 6 to complete said task. Then I drive afore mentioned car to a garage to be at the other job for 8.15 to get trades of huge sums made before going to a corporate training course at 9.30 on CDOs (What I currently associate with by all accounts; I work in structured finance).

I would say I need a holiday but this is actually a good period and I have no wish to fly from it just yet. Except for the mindless vandalism on my poor old car. If you, the perpetrators, are reading this (one never knows), please stop. It is most over dramatic of you.

The other new developments are hip hop dance classes and linked up professional websites courtesy of Isabelle, both of which provide amusement for a later date. I am too tired now.

Incidentally if you, at least, are reading this can you mail me some photos of us, as I, strangely, do not have any.

And because I miss him like all that is golden,a gratuitous picture of Rou instead.

Again the "to write, perchance to be read" dilemma. Mostly I have been reading if one must know. Lots of Henry James. And now the complete works of Saki. Not material conducive to internet on the whole.
I went to Croatia for a little trip. Istria - Bagnole to be exact. Took a boat out for a day and sunbathed in the nude on a rock in the Adriatic. Lovely and burned.
I took my mother to Nice and Monaco where I found the perfect brown leather gloves. It is a summer of winters so I may be airing them sooner than anticipated in the heat of the South of France.
And I underwent the social experiment that is round two of the diplomatic corps competition. On verra.

Save the odd foray into inexplicable hysterics, all has been well.

Oh, almost forgot - the repression is worryingly effective - some nasty specimens of Dublin bore a great big hole into the side of my car just to retrieve the grand sum of twenty Euro, which in Dublin is worth a bad meal and a drink, maybe a bus home.

Getting exponentially tired of Dublin.