After toast and small dish of cherries, Romy set off this morning to Gatwick Airport. She managed to get through security fairly quickly and easily despite all the terror alerts. However the plane flying from Canada had something wrong with its wing, and had to have a new part flown in from somewhere. She was put up in a hotel waiting for a middle of the night flight, last we heard.
As for this whole plot to blow up aircraft, again the timing seems incredibly convenient. It makes me think of the tanks at Heathrow fiasco a few years ago. Who are the terrorists? If a terrorist is someone who creates terror and fear, my prime candidates would be those so called democratic governments of the UK, the US and Israel, who not only backing illegal wars that manufacture enemies, but are using fear to ensure they protect their own interests. Read an excellent article in the Independent by Robert Fisk who has lived in Lebanon for 30 years. I was amused to see Bush... still mendaciously telling us that the "terrorists" hate us because of "our freedoms". Not because we support the Israelis who have massacred refugee columns, fired into Red Cross ambulances, and slaughtered more than 1,000 Lebanese civilians.
Anyway, today there was weird and intermittent wet stuff coming from the sky, which some of the older folk were able to identify as rain. And today I had a day of getting my domestic act together. After saying goodbye to Romy, I sprang about and lined some shelves. Toby and I then went out and bought things: cushions, a light shade, a small vase and a small fern for the garden. Toby went for a snooze in the afternoon, and I went ape and bought a tumble dryer and a small freezer. This means that I will not have clothes hanging about drying from hangers all the time, which will help me be organised and tidy and more efficient.
Really nice day and evening with Toby. Hanging out with Tobs is good, we just read stuff, listen to music and talk about it, and let subjects emerge at their own pace. It's all very relaxed, and because we are both adults we don't even squabble over whose turn it is to make the next cup of tea. Spoke to mum too on the phone.
We went for a very restrained drink in the evening one in the Battle of Trafalgar, and then another in the Eddy where we were talked to by a strange and intense and slightly scary-eyed bloke for a while. People talk to each other so much more here than they do in London. And that's not always a good thing. However it was still fun. Especially the bit when the bartender was calling us both sweetheart. Brighton is fun.
A spot of junk TV and then an early night bed.
As for this whole plot to blow up aircraft, again the timing seems incredibly convenient. It makes me think of the tanks at Heathrow fiasco a few years ago. Who are the terrorists? If a terrorist is someone who creates terror and fear, my prime candidates would be those so called democratic governments of the UK, the US and Israel, who not only backing illegal wars that manufacture enemies, but are using fear to ensure they protect their own interests. Read an excellent article in the Independent by Robert Fisk who has lived in Lebanon for 30 years. I was amused to see Bush... still mendaciously telling us that the "terrorists" hate us because of "our freedoms". Not because we support the Israelis who have massacred refugee columns, fired into Red Cross ambulances, and slaughtered more than 1,000 Lebanese civilians.
Anyway, today there was weird and intermittent wet stuff coming from the sky, which some of the older folk were able to identify as rain. And today I had a day of getting my domestic act together. After saying goodbye to Romy, I sprang about and lined some shelves. Toby and I then went out and bought things: cushions, a light shade, a small vase and a small fern for the garden. Toby went for a snooze in the afternoon, and I went ape and bought a tumble dryer and a small freezer. This means that I will not have clothes hanging about drying from hangers all the time, which will help me be organised and tidy and more efficient.
Really nice day and evening with Toby. Hanging out with Tobs is good, we just read stuff, listen to music and talk about it, and let subjects emerge at their own pace. It's all very relaxed, and because we are both adults we don't even squabble over whose turn it is to make the next cup of tea. Spoke to mum too on the phone.
We went for a very restrained drink in the evening one in the Battle of Trafalgar, and then another in the Eddy where we were talked to by a strange and intense and slightly scary-eyed bloke for a while. People talk to each other so much more here than they do in London. And that's not always a good thing. However it was still fun. Especially the bit when the bartender was calling us both sweetheart. Brighton is fun.
A spot of junk TV and then an early night bed.
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