12 days till London.
10 days till Nasty.
I’m not sure this countdown thing is working to my advantage anymore.
Nasty is in Bangkok.
I was gonna be in Bangkok this Wed/Thurs/Fri for work. I was over-joyed and called Nasty.
Nasty says he’s flying south tonight.
I was so completely devastated.
Thought I’ll be all lost and lonely in Bangkok on my own.
(Well. Not really. But you get the idea.)
Then had a conference call to Bangkok with the boss.
Suddenly, I’m not going anymore.
And so, I’m not that upset anymore.
I think the heavens do look after me.