Where Do The Children Play?

So financial crisis 101.
Things happen in cycles. What must go up must come down. Newton discovered it, with some help from an apple. We’re discovering it with some help from a street named after a wall.

This time though, it’s gone a bit more helter skelter. It’s as if the bloody apple’s not happy with just stopping at the ground, it’s barreling it’s way to the core.

There. There’s so much of that being written around, I thought I’d comply and put in my two paragraphs. I'll rebel another day.

On other fronts, I’m going to Londres next week. Oh yeah, London baby London. And yes, going again. Would you believe me if I told you this time it’s different?

My boss tells me I treat London as my backyard. Going there every few months. That I’m so this and so that. That perhaps he pays me too much.

This, after the bugger just went to Chile and to Costa Rica before that. Alaska too. I told him, “You go to such exotic places on your vacation days, whereas I land up in ‘normal’ places like London and India. Want my backyard for yours?”

He said “ heh ‘normal’ places - that’s perspective for you.”

Man’s got a point. So apparently he thinks India is exotic and I think Chile is. He also apparently thinks I should come to work earlier. Ah bosses.

Though to be honest, he’s very cool. And if I was a girl, I’d sleep my way to the top without blinking an eye.

Sexist you say. But you haven’t even seen him.