I WOKE THIS MORNING FROM A DREAM INVOLVING LOTS OF COMPLICATED ARCHITECTURE (I very often dream of buildings, I don't know why) and a drugs deal that left me with all the money in my pocket that I would have spent, plus all the drugs because the dealer gave them away free (only in a dream!) Then I woke up in a forlorn mood and close to tears because Daniel Day Lewis's mother was on Desert Island Discs reminiscing about World War II and I don't know it somehow crisscrossed in with my low mood. Then I tried to do various things involving a spot of tidying up etc and gave up exhausted, then realized I really was still depressed. Eventually two and a half hours later I plucked up the energy to go to Mother Hubbard's house where I cheered up (or to put it another way my inner feelings were masked) by lots of other people plus her glowing bright television. I don't have TV any more as I decided it was the devil's work some time ago...
I did however encounter a picture of Baby Itchy Roborovski in the Sunday People which made me perk up.
Only two apartments were available in Ontario Tower from the first website I called up. A one-bed on the 3rd floor and a studio on the 19th. I would so much rather live 19 floors up! Facing the bright lights of Canada Square... wow. You can actually see the Sunday People newspaper offices from there. They are about half way up the "Canary Wharf Tower" (proper address: 1 Canada Square).
Well I had better ping. Time is low as always.
Song of the day: A-ha The Sun Always Shines on TV
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