I don’t really have anything to say.

I just wanted to record this moment –

at 2.40 am in London,
amidst the rather exaggerated horror of swine flu,
in pyjamas I’ve been wearing since the morning,
slightly nauseous,
with a nose that bled about four times in the past two days thanks to tamiflu,

with the curtains partially drawn,
the light from another flat a solid yellow square on the glass sliding door,

I have never felt happier to be awake, right now, in the wee hours of the morning,
right here in London.

Strange how life works sometimes.