I've just made the painful return to the real world having spent a week cooped up in my 20 sq meters with nothing but reality TV to keep me company. Even my voice is slowly returning so soon I'll be able to whole-heartedly contribute to making the world a better place keeping the world a loud and obnoxious place again.
As thrilled as I am about being out in the world, surrounded by people who are not characters on Bravo, I'm also puzzled. The entire pubic transport is in shambles. In my country the arrival of summer is traditionally honoured by digging the streets open in the name of maintenance, so now the tram tracks are being serviced and the streets are being restored and the metro is being renovated. All this basically means it's impossible to get anywhere so I have to walk around. And that means sensible flat shoes. Which means pissed off yours truly.
I check out for one week and this is what happens? Can the world seriously not survive without me banging some sense into it??
It's quite funny how road maintanance people have managed to compress the four seasons into two: bloody winter and renovation.
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