Over the past couple of days, I've been reunited with couple of old friends. Firstly, my long-lost diary. Well, when I say long-lost, we're talking about 5 months. Had no idea what happened to it, but I was pretty sure it wasn't in my flat. Then yesterday, I get a note through my door saying that someone had sent me a package with insufficient postage. I trundle down to the depot to pick it up, grumbling about having to pay the excess and wondering who and what the hell it could be. I get the envelope (return address of my bank, but this is no circular) and can feel a spiral binding through the paper. I think "No, it can't be", tear open the envelope and lo and behold, it is my diary. Found in the "banking hall". Now, I am not sure where it was been for the last 5 months, but no matter - I finally got it back! At last I might have a chance at remembering where I am meant to be, having steadfastly refused to buy a new diary (I somehow knew that we were going to find each other again). And it kind of restored my faith in humanity, so I called in at the bank today to say thanks.
The other? Frasier. I've been watching some Frasier episodes and I have forgotten just how funny this programme is. The pomposity and farce just brightens up my day (and the constant Seattle rain complements the weather here to perfection).
Sometimes it's the little things.
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