Looking for flats and trying to flog my current one is taking most of my time up this week. I’m not going to get all panicky like I did last time. I have some good leads and I’ve viewing two places in the Clapham area tomorrow after work. If this wasn’t London I’d have Confidence in Sunshine.
Read an article this morning in the Guardian
(Joe had saved for me) - about a young woman with cancer who wrote a blog
up until her death. What’s funny is a friend I’ve known for three years (and used to date) called me up on Sunday to say that he’d have to cancel our drink that night because they’d just found out he might have lymphatic cancer. He was standing outside the hospital about to check in and his voice sounded so normal. I don’t know when to ring again. We only see each other every six months, usually by chance.