Liadnan

Athens was fab, and far too short-lived. Best time I've ever had there (nb, Athens is usually somewhere I go through, on my way to more relaxed parts of Greece, sttautory sightseeing aside), fabulous food, and gorgeous spring weather. No pictures I'm afraid, you'll have to imagine it for yourselves. Memo to self though: flying while mildly pissed is fine. Flying while sobering up from being quite pissed is less so. And is it really necessary to have quite so many endless corridors at Heathrow?

I'm feeling marginally more positive and energetic about things, at least as energetic as I ever am, too. Not that that's saying a great deal, but it's something.

I'm also having vague thoughts about moving, mainly for financial reasons. No real prospects on a quick skim though, and there's the possibility of a Thing on the horizon that could have a significant effect on any such plans. And round here really is the best place inm London to live, particularly in spring.

Not a poetic statement, or the title of a historical novel by Barbara Willard (actually, that's untrue of course, it is the title of an historical novel by Barbara Willard that I was reading only last week) but a simple statement of the thought that's dominated my mind much of the last few days. I don't deal with the cold very well you see.

I said I was going to write again, but haven't. There are several reasons for this. The first is that I'm still not really in the mood. The second is that writing "I am so cold" over and over again is hardly likely to thrill and engross you, unless you're very weird. I did find myself strangely drawn to Friday's Standard by the way. The headline on the boards, Friday Freeze: All the details was just so tempting. But it's better to imagine the story... It was very cold today in London. As a Standard reader you may have noticed this. Also, public transport was a bit screwed. As a Standard reader you may have noticed this. (Cont. p.94).

There are other reasons, too. They include "my arm still hurts really badly", "my USB mouse has stopped working for no apparent reason and the trackpad drives me up the wall with its flakiness", and the real killer "this week, I have mostly been getting drunk with friends". Apart from Wednesday, when instead I went to a lecture by Lord Bingham about the history of law reporting (edited to remove any chance of anyone assuming it was a lecture about Lord Bingham's law reports) and had my drinks courtesy of the Official Law Reports.

Normal service will be resumed as and when. In the meantime I'm going to Athens for a long weekend to see K on Friday. Hurrah. Bloody well better be warmer than here. I've also just this moment bought flights for two weeks in Greece in August, for yea and verily we (ie, Rob, Steph, Steph's sister and I) had booked the self-same villa we had two years ago for another week. Now we just have to find at least two more people to come with us. Oops. No, I have no idea what I shall be doing with the second week. I'm sure I'll think of something.

Look, it's my first post in what seems like ages. I'm out of practice.