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Woke up with a poorly head. I have an awful cold. I know just where it came from, too: on our last night in Paris there were two sets of people eating at the table next to us who spent the whole time blowing their noses. Yesterday was the sore throat, today it’s the busy nose.
The trains were bad again, too. Delayed almost an hour yesterday because of a signal failure at Bethnal Green, and then almost another hour this morning for exactly the same thing. Ooh, it’s whinge whinge whinge today, but when you’ve spent two weeks zizzing around on the hyper fast, hyper efficient French trains the UK railways just don’t compare. Had to tell a woman off on Chelmsford platform for pushing me forward when we were waiting for people to get off the train. She accused me of leaning on her and then proceeded to make very childish ‘ooh’ noises behind my back until we found our seats.
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Back to work in heavy, heavy rain. The wind has died down, but by the time I got to my desk, one train delayed by an hour later, I was drenched. Had about 750 emails to deal with after a fortnight off, many of which got deleted simply on the strength of their subject lines, and then I was filled in on all the gossip that I missed while I was away - not that I really needed it - I’d read most of it on The Register already. There are a few glum faces after a round of job cuts.
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They predicted a fine morning and a wet afternoon, and they were right - in the extreme. I drove through beautiful blue skies and sunshine all the way to the new B&Q to look for photo frames, which apparently they don’t sell. I didn’t know this was its first weekend, which is why it was so busy and why I left so soon. I went to Sainsbury’s to buy wine for the guy that fixed my car while I was away and refused to take any payment. I made sure they didn’t have Sansburys on the label so I can pretend I brought them all the way back from Bordeaux.
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It’s good to be back. No matter how much you’ve enjoyed yourself while you’ve been away, it’s always nice to get back to your own bath and your own radio and your own kettle and know you can make yourself a cup of tea whenever you want one.
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