Thursday, March 04, 2004
Did I mention that the 58 yr old chap from the previous post had his headache prior to the RTA? clinically there was no suspician of head injury from the RTA. a red herring. except for the "funny turn" which made me ? reduction in GCS. I haven't found out what happened to him in the end... i'm not sure I want to.
anyhow it's been a good 24 hrs off. Flat is now much cleaner and more organised. computer has gone back to being dead but that doesn't bug me anymore. Money is now nicely sorted out in organised chunks that are actually earning me reasonable interest. and that which isn't is already, eventually will do.
Terry Pratchett's Last Continent has been devoured (No Worries mate! - gotta love the man, give the man a 'Roo). and the weather, after the snow and frost, has been bizarrly warm. That's london for you. One day snowing fit for Hades (on a cold day, while freezing over) and the next day warm enough to take a walk down the Thames (which I did).
Whilst not-quite watching the seagulls pinwheeling in the air, and the airplanes tracking across the sky and leaving their snowy vapour trails in their wake, and staring out across sunlight reflected off the wavelets, and the general human refuse in the Thames, I couldn't help but notice a girl standing near me, with her head in her hands looking out over the water. She was there when I arrived, and there when I left an hour and a half later. She hadn't moved. I started reading my ATLS manual after an hour. It made me wonder : there are very few reasons someone would come to a secluded spot, and stare aimlessly out to "sea" like that.
What secret sorrow does she harbour, I wonder?
anyhow it's been a good 24 hrs off. Flat is now much cleaner and more organised. computer has gone back to being dead but that doesn't bug me anymore. Money is now nicely sorted out in organised chunks that are actually earning me reasonable interest. and that which isn't is already, eventually will do.
Terry Pratchett's Last Continent has been devoured (No Worries mate! - gotta love the man, give the man a 'Roo). and the weather, after the snow and frost, has been bizarrly warm. That's london for you. One day snowing fit for Hades (on a cold day, while freezing over) and the next day warm enough to take a walk down the Thames (which I did).
Whilst not-quite watching the seagulls pinwheeling in the air, and the airplanes tracking across the sky and leaving their snowy vapour trails in their wake, and staring out across sunlight reflected off the wavelets, and the general human refuse in the Thames, I couldn't help but notice a girl standing near me, with her head in her hands looking out over the water. She was there when I arrived, and there when I left an hour and a half later. She hadn't moved. I started reading my ATLS manual after an hour. It made me wonder : there are very few reasons someone would come to a secluded spot, and stare aimlessly out to "sea" like that.
What secret sorrow does she harbour, I wonder?
