I take it all back…

November 7, 2005

I wrote yesterdays post over the weekend and then just uploaded it once I (finally) got home on Sunday - since then more has happened to put things in perspective and in retrospect I sound like something of an arrogant whining little shit in the previous post - I could edit but in all honesty maybe sometimes I am an arrogant whining little shit who sometimes should appreciate his good fortune, so I guess I should leave it.

Life is good, I am lucky, England has many plus points and is a damn site more organised than fecking Jakarta - you can breathe and drink the water for starters, my family are wonderful, specially my Gran who just had a stroke but has come out of it as she did two world wars - tough as old boots - my friends are califragafeckinglistically good people and a night watching football taking the Mickey and slipping back in the old routine was definitely needed - the especially califragilistic award goes to Anna who I spoke to via the miracle of telephonic device for a good stretch this evening and reminded me of why it is she was the one person I really needed to see when I got off the plane last week.

Even work with the fuckwit people wasn’t too bad today.

So although the below was mostly true and representative of how I felt at the time - it’s good to be back.

Tomorrow may be completely different however.