I am sitting here working away like a good worker bee.

I hear a thud behind me.

I do not want to turn around as I am quite sure seeing a bird splattered on the window will ruin any appetite for lunch I may have.

Then I hear whistling.

Do African Swallows whistle?

Nope.

I turn around to see a man hanging 25 floors in the air cleaning my windows - so I can see the smog with more clarity.

He winked at me … woohooooo !!!

The girl I hired to replace me is good ... so good I am done.

Sitting with my feet on the desk counting down the minutes until tomorrow at 4.30pm (1,640ish).

Went to an open AA meeting last night and was hugged by a guy who killed someone while smashed out of his head about 12 years ago. I admire that he is able to openly tell of his conviction and the effects his actions had on people (victims family and his own). He hasn't touched a drop since that day. I wanted to punch him.

In other news - I ate a big fuck off piece of cheesecake earlier and didn't notice for about 20 minutes that a huge chunk of it was hanging out on my left breast. I mean HUGE !!!!

Until ...

I live where no-one knows me.

Where I can walk down the street I live on without people avoiding me on purpose.

Where no-one will pat my arm gently and ask if I am ok.

Yes.

Moving to London may be just what I need.