A lot of water has passed underneath the bridge since 26th June, that’s for sure.<\/p>\n
Talking of passing water, I had another bad night last night. A whole succession of cramps in the calves and shins and it kept me awake for an eternity. I took advantage of the wakefulness by going down the corridor, but I would much rather have had a decent sleep instead.<\/p>\n
I suppose that I must have dropped off at one point though. Or maybe more because there are several recordings on the dictaphone that I don’t remember making. Anyway, at about 07:15 I was wide-enough awake to push on with things.<\/p>\n
No breakfast though. I repacked the suitcase and bunged another pile of stuff into it (and it registered 19.7 kilos at the airport’s weigh-in machine so I’m clearly getting back to normal) so that the backpack is at least manageable.<\/p>\n
At 10:30 I set off for a walk, leaving my baggage behind for a moment. All the way up to the top of the town where I met Josee. I had done a little research in the area and discovered a little Lebanese restaurant in the basement of the shopping precinct so I took her there for a meal. And it turned out that she was well-known to the proprietor.<\/p>\n
Later on, I had a leisurely stroll around the town and visited a few buildings that I had seen on my travels in the past. The big one near rue Sherbrooke that I had seen on several occasions is in fact the former hostel for the Deaf and Dumb of the city.<\/p>\n
Eventually I rescued my suitcase and by 17:00 I was on the 747 bus to the airport. And it was then that I realised that I had left behind my raincoat and my aniseed balls. The objects and items that I have abandoned behind me on my travels could have filled another suitcase.<\/p>\n
It was a good idea to go early to the airport because the traffic was horrendous. It’s a working day of course so we had the rush hour to deal with and there were queues everywhere. Our bus even lost a mirror against a lamp-post trying to squeeze past a queue of traffic turning right.<\/p>\n
The departure check-in wasn’t open yet so I had a sandwich at Subway and then handed back my card for the USA. I won’t be going there for another while unless something quite dramatic happens.<\/p>\n
Security is always extremely stressful here so I don’t propose to talk too much about it, even though I’ve had much worse passes through airport control than this. Now I’m sitting quietly waiting for my flight to be called.<\/p>\n
But before I go, let’s talk about music. For no reason at all a track suddenly popped into my head out of nowhere. It’s Green Day’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams<\/a> and regardless of how apposite the lyrics might be vis-a-vis<\/em> my own personal circumstances and how I have lived my life, then just as Colosseum Live<\/a> I wonder if it means anything to anyone else.<\/p>\n That brings me round to the music that I am listening to now. Tom Petty has come round on the playlist and I have Into The Great Wide Open<\/a> going full-blast.<\/p>\n Not a good idea right now of course. Far From it, in fact. “One day all the rules will bend and you and I will meet again”. Nothing is more certain than that. You just have to believe.<\/p>\n “How could I get so close to you, and still feel so far away?”<\/p>\n Quite!<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.co.uk\/e\/ir?t=&l=as2&o=2&a=B0002HV64K\")
\nI heard you singing to no one
\nI saw you dancing all alone
\nOne day you belonged to me
\nNext day I just wouldn’t know
\nOne day all the rules will bend
\nAnd you and I will meet again<\/em><\/p>\n
