Fair enough, despite it being Monday morning, at least it's warm and sunny, but nevertheless I am finding it hard to be content as I am absolutely exhausted. I couldn't be more shattered if I was a Wedgewood tea-set in a Hotpoint CTD40 Polar Condenser Tumble Dryer (with fluff filter and end of cycle alarm).
After a late night, I was awoken at 7.00am by Mrs Rumsey getting busy with the Dyson in the flat upstairs, and I didn't drop off again. Not to worry, more pleasant neighbours you couldn't wish to have. Mr R has on more than one ocassion invited me in for a glass of wine and he frequently offers me winning racing tips that I never seem to bet on.
Anyway, to lighten my mood, and I suggest anyone reading this who feels similarly prickly do likewise, I have spent much of the morning at work listening to the soothing music that can be found on www.aloneinkyoto.com.
It is a simple loop of my second favourite song from my third favourite film of all time (Lost in Translation) and is by the great French group Air. So you see, even France has some redeeming qualities. That's more than can be said for some of the people who comment about films on the Internet Movie Database. In describing the aforementioned Scralett Johansson flick, one person found it "refreshingly nonlinear. A delicately nuanced look at the mechanics of verbal and emotional miscommunication, igniting a spark of common humanity and yearning at the intersection between a mid-life and a quarter-life crisis." If my writing ever gets that pretentious, you have permission moi tirez.
Anyway, here is the news. In other stories, BBC Newsreader Asad Ahmad has most kindly agreed to meet me. I will see him on Thursday in between seeing Cherie Blair in the morning and Sir Tim Rice in the afternoon (and my mother in the evening , who want's me to try and mend her dripping fridge). I would like to thank Asad very much for agreeing to my request.