Just a bijou blogette today I am afraid. I have got loads I want to write about but had a dreadful journey home.
There was a huge fire in the East End of London today, at the Olympic site, and we could see the black smoke from our office windows. I said flippantly, Oh I daresay all the trains will be delayed tonight because there was a fire even though it is nowhere near Liverpool Street. Well, Shakespeare has a quote for everything and 'O my prophetic soul' fits the bill perfectly. Took over two hours to get home, I sat down to a quick supper, put TV on to watch Strictly Come Dancing Two, my nightly fix, and found I had taped a 
cretinous quiz show by mistake. University Challenge was also not on for some reason and we had Bill Oddy twittering on about his birds (feathered variety I hasten to add) so I decided it was all too much to bear and that I had to have my fix of 24 to make me feel better. This is dangerous as it is a week day and once started it is difficult to stop watching, but I have been very good and forced myself to turn it off after two episodes. I was totally delighted to see that the immortal line 'I need you to focus' reared its ugly head once more. Great Stuff.
So I spent the evening languishing in obscurity but could not retire to my bed, dear readers, until I had said hello and goodnight to you all. Normal reviews of books and opera back tomorrow.
Apropos the fire, luckily nobody was injured but already lots of cynical remarks along the lines of 'expect the demolition company thought it might be easier to burn the building down rather than knock it down and we expect the insurance claim any day now'.
We are a cynical bunch nowadays. I wonder what, or who, made us that way? Answers on a postcard please...
