Storie a Caso

Here I am, at the end of one of my very normal days. I woke up at 8.30 a.m. one hour and a half later than when I had planned. It’s the whole week I’m trying to wake up at 7 to revise for the fucking “thing” I’m supposed to do next Monday and I usually end up turning off the alarm!

By the way, I woke up and I went to SK, I had my coffee, I read my e-mails, facebook, yahoo groups and whatever and I finally popped into the lab. Done a column, ran a few NMRs, put on a reaction, had a few chats with friends on the internet and live, had lunch, had another coffee and looked other NMRs, read a paper, checked the reaction out, attended a lecture. Normal routine. What wasn’t normal was the plants. I bought two plants for sales down the Sherfield building. Not one, TWO plants and I have already bought another little berry plant, cyclamens and basilica. I live in a lovely 15 metre square studio flat full of outfits and shoes to share with J when he’s around and now full of plants. Now, eventually, after almost two years, I got plants!

Tonight, I walked to High Street Kensington tube station on my way home with my lovely two little plants in my hand, I had a laugh in the tube reading about a guy who was waiting in front of the Tower Hill for 2 hours for some internet date who never turned out and I felt really happy to be (more or less) a Londoner.