One should always love Friday night. But sometimes Friday nights can be beyond busy. Not only because sometimes we accelerate through our to do list towards the end of the list, but mostly because avoiding working weekends requires a discipline that frequently destroys Friday nights.
It is not 20.52 and I hit Canada Water, only one station from my departure. Te audio version of the Economist is talking about how there is no way Greece can work and will have to leave the euro. I did not even have time to think about it the last 48 hours. Not that me thinking about it is going to make a huge difference in the world but it has been such a present theme in my every day that it is almost something missing though a relief.
At 2054 in the tube you find all sorts of passengers. The banker on my left is clearly making a pass at the fellow colleague after they started about a vain conversation about commuting time. The couple on my left got in and brought with them a smell of parfume and they are clearly heading downtown ready to party on a friday night, as it belongs. The lady in front of me is feeling almost like me, but was not yet able to disconnect and keeps her blackberry on. As we get to London Bridge the train should be emptied of the last remaining passengers that may still be commuting at this time of the evening - very few.
As I look for the best way to unwind on my way home so I am more relaxed by the time i get home I clearly know listening to the Economist saying Hollande will take France in the wrong direction faster than we all think is not helping. But I like to avoid the noises of the tube so I will have to endure it. As I thought of playing a game I feared soduku was too hard and bubbles required more eye hand coordination than I probably have at the time. So I came here, typing away letting the mind drift as I wait for it to calm down.
I feel good - it was a hard but productive week. I earned my steak, even if not my french fries, but there will be none tonight... Time for more Euro 2012!
- Sara @ iPad
It is not 20.52 and I hit Canada Water, only one station from my departure. Te audio version of the Economist is talking about how there is no way Greece can work and will have to leave the euro. I did not even have time to think about it the last 48 hours. Not that me thinking about it is going to make a huge difference in the world but it has been such a present theme in my every day that it is almost something missing though a relief.
At 2054 in the tube you find all sorts of passengers. The banker on my left is clearly making a pass at the fellow colleague after they started about a vain conversation about commuting time. The couple on my left got in and brought with them a smell of parfume and they are clearly heading downtown ready to party on a friday night, as it belongs. The lady in front of me is feeling almost like me, but was not yet able to disconnect and keeps her blackberry on. As we get to London Bridge the train should be emptied of the last remaining passengers that may still be commuting at this time of the evening - very few.
As I look for the best way to unwind on my way home so I am more relaxed by the time i get home I clearly know listening to the Economist saying Hollande will take France in the wrong direction faster than we all think is not helping. But I like to avoid the noises of the tube so I will have to endure it. As I thought of playing a game I feared soduku was too hard and bubbles required more eye hand coordination than I probably have at the time. So I came here, typing away letting the mind drift as I wait for it to calm down.
I feel good - it was a hard but productive week. I earned my steak, even if not my french fries, but there will be none tonight... Time for more Euro 2012!
- Sara @ iPad
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