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Thursday, August 10

Last Day Down South

Driving to work today I allowed myself the indulgence of really looking forward to tomorrow's trip to Edinburgh. I don't know whether I will be able to behave myself, but I'll try and I'll try to make the most of the week I'm there. By behave myself I mean in terms of eating properly, making time for friends, seeing shows, pushing myself to think of fresh things, and keeping in touch with home. I'll have a go.

Something weird is happening with the airports. They're being closed for security purposes. This is terrible. There are a couple of reasons I think this way. For our air travel to be suspended in this way at a peak holiday time is going to affect a lot of people and their sense of safety and freedom. Also it's going to knacker the roads as airport goers are turned into traffic jams. With an estimated 8 hour car journey tomorrow, I feel only slightly selfish for making this latter observation.

A part of my brain cannot help link any mention of air travel with the TV series Lost, which I have been watching religiously on Dvd for the last few days. I've seen 24 of the episodes from series one now. It's funny. It's funny how I suddenly caught on and am now obsessed with it. It's also a funny show. It has some witty writing, some moments of hilarity and a wealth of detail that keeps me impressed. One of the characters, Kate, is on the run and was caught while working for a farmer who only had one arm. It's like the script writers decided to give their fugitive her own one-armed man. It's detail that works best for me. It nearly spoils it that I've seen later episodes, and read the plot summaries, but it doesn't stop the 40 minutes of each episode from flying by.

Just a few more work hours and I can walk off into the sunset for a break. . .


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