I am Happy

C called to say that they are coming back to live in Australia. I am happy. I drive to work singing/yelling to Jeff Buckley and steering mostly with my knees so that I can clap. And then the nice boy in Dance Caf gives me a free coffee. It is sunny. I am happy.

I arrive at my desk and Andrew calls from London. I can't talk, I say. I'm working. He sends text: I was so looking forward to slagging Pete Doherty with you. Btw Soulwax rule. X.

I feel 33 going on 15.

Have heard on the radio that Faker are marooned in the middle of floods somewhere between Grafton and Moolooloobah (sp?). Not helpful for achieving the role I have decided for them.