Next-door's cat has taken a hit out on me. Some may say that I am paranoid, but its not paranoia if someone's really watching you. Or something. I first observed his stake-out about two days ago when I caught sight of his eyes gleaming in the furthermost corner of the courtyard outside my window. As soon as he saw that I had seen him, he bolted indoors. Why this suspicious behavior, I ask you? Well. My windows are floor-to-ceiling, and I am certain he is planning an attack on me and my home. This has continued everyday since. Today he was spotted checking my window hinges for weak spots. He is biding his time, playing it safe till I am next caught unawares. Jonny is of the paranoia school of thought: 'Maybe he just wants to ... read more

It all started on a single idea. I turned to my boyfriend (Jonny) and said: I think I wanna go to Paris. and within the week I had found the course (Intensive course including phonetics at La Sorbonne) and was planning my budget. When I say planning the budget, I mean loosely tossing some numbers around, while Jonny tactfully pointed out that, er, that was all well and good but, er, you have no money. I have no time for these sort of details. My job as a waitress is terrible. Mostly it's my complete aversion to the following: a) being patronised b)making small talk c)making small talk with people who are patronising me. and also fourteen hour days. Amelie, I ain't. But I rallied through, and saved and paid for my tuition and managed to ... read more