HAPPY LEAP DAY!

I think the Leap Day that occurs once every four years should be a holiday, don't you? It's a unique day: a "catch-up" day because the mathematics of a 365-day year doesn't quite match the physics of the earth's orbit around the sun. I think that deserves a public holiday; that way I could catch up on the sleep I've missed because the mathematics of working all day and socialising in the evening doesn't quite match the physics of requiring 8 hours of rest every night.

I've been very slack in writing since I moved back to London. Partly it's because life has been so hectic. I've been looking for a job and a flat, catching up with friends, trying to enjoy all that London life has to offer (to those on a modest budget at least) and doing all this while flitting around between friends' sofas while I wait for my new room to become vacant. The other reason I've been so slow at writing is because now that I'm settling back into normal life I assume that I don't have anything interesting to say. Being on holidays is one thing, I can convince myself that someone might like to read about my adventures in Slovakia or Abu Dhabi, but who really cares if I found a great new place for a massage today, or that I helped a guy who fell down the Underground stairs during peak hour, or that I learned the Polish work for "f*ck off"?

I think in order to blog you need to have a pretty big ego; to assume that people care about your thoughts and opinions. I don't have a big ego, but I guess I can just pretend that I'm writing to my sister and that will make it seem a little less self-indulgent. I'll see how that works out:

So, dear sister, what have I been up to these last few weeks I hear you ask? Well apart from watching Camden burn to the ground, I've been going to the theatre, doing walks both in London and out in the countryside, hanging out with friends, drinking in pubs, proofing and editing my mate's first novel, joining in as a member of the studio audience for a BBC4 quiz show, catching up on series two of Doctor Who and checking out the hot Polish labourers who come into the office where I'm temping. And no it wasn't one of them who told me to f*ck off.

Being back in London is O for Awesome (Kiwi in-joke there) and I'm trying my damnedest to arrange my work and financial situation in such a way that will allow me to switch to a longer-term visa before my current one expires next February. A pox upon all of you with British Ancestry visas or EU passsports!! I hope to have some good job news in the next week or so - will keep you posted.