Urgh. I stood in the pouring rain waiting for a cab. Im not wearing the right kind of shoes for rain. Unaccustomed as I am to such weather. Seriously. It hasn’t rained for months and months. We’re headed for a drought where the water people are thinking about floating huge blocks of ice up the Thames (?) to reservoirs so we can ensure there is enough drinking agua. We’ve had that little rain.

It was already quite dark when I left. Id spent a long long day brokering compromise between Europe and the USA at work. And occasionally catching updates reading the blogs on Hirsi Ali, Bush, Livingstone. The humour and tyrettes needed to see me through the day had fast faded.

Finally. I see a yellow light, few and far between tonight. He doesn’t seem to see me. I panic. Start jumping like a loon. He still hasn’t seen me. He whizzes past. I whistle and then scream “Oiii!” quite charmingly through his open window. He screeched to a halt.

I spring off the pavement into an oily puddle. Im wearing a skirt. Urghaaargh!I want to get home to watch the football.

I may not support the Gunners but I live in Gunners territory.

Cabbie: “Sorry love...Nearly didn’t see you.…(maudish pause) Lehmans just been sent off”, his radio is blaring.

Me: “But isnt he the goalie?”

Oh.

for.

FS.


Still as the 'Londonist' states, it could be worse. This week in 1536 Henry VIII put Anne Boleyn and her brother on trial in the Great Hall of the Tower, charged with pretty much everything in the book. She denies the charges. He denies the charges. His wife disagrees and testifies against them. Her lover, Henry Percy, sits on the jury. Their uncle, Thomas Howard, sentences them. Execution by beheading, two days later.