How madly different can my life get ... ?
Here I am, nestled in really ... deep in the heart of a massive English pub somewhere in Waterloo, London.
I sold my soul slightly and handed over my 'information' in exchange for free wifi. It's been grand, entertaining myself till Fiona arrived.
Suited-up English blokes have used my table as a resting place for their drinks, people have eyed me here at the table, hoping I'll leave soon so they can have it, and that's me, persevering. Waiting for Fiona, that divine Irish friend from Antwerp, who is meeting me here tonight.
I was more than an hour early. She's just arrived and is checking in.
Mmmhmmm, how madly different can it all get.