Thursday, January 05, 2006
This morning I was rudely awakened by the telephone. Then I went back to bed where I had a dream that involved snogging one of the Osmond brothers. Which one I couldn't say. So the day already contained an element of weirdness.
I felt quite warm so donned my lovely new Rutzou shirt (bought in the Selfridges sale reduced to £22 from £90. A ridiculous bargain. Fashion always sneaks in to these posts even when I don't mean it to.)
But when I stepped outside it was freezing. Driving along I became aware that there was literally NO ONE around. No other cars, no people, dogs, no one. The sky was a beautiful, eerie pinkish grey. For a moment I really believed that some kind of glitch had occured in the time space continuum. A tear in time and I had slipped through somehow to have the world all to myself. I was happy to have the world to myself for a while, felt lucky even. I could have time travelled and although my watch said 1pm, was it? It seemed more like 5am. And where had I travelled to in my sleep (except my tongue travelling down Donny or whoever's throat) that had left me feeling this jetlagged? Tiny flakes of snow began appearing on my windscreen, then disappeared.
I arrived at my favourite cutest cafe and it was empty. The owners were there but I could have dreamt them. No customers. At lunchtime on a working day. The windows were so steamed up I couldn't see outside so sat, doodling in my notebook and drinking a - I'm pretty sure it was a real mochaccino. The Girl from Ipanema played on the stereo. I was waiting it seemed. After some time the sun came out and flooded the cafe with light, and gradually the place filled up. People ordering sandwiches, the phone ringing, chatter, toing and froing. The world was switched back on again.