I have my macbo back!!! The affair continues, I love her and she doesn’t love me that much, but it is the destiny of love, one (of the two or more involved) always ends up loving more than the other(s).

The guy who gave my computer back had a beautiful New Yorker accent, one of those nasal ones, it is hard to admit, but among all the great British accents this one sounded familiar, after all the aggravation in British accent, was great to get back the computer in a familiar accent.

I have been obsessed with archeology, especially I want to learn how people use and misuse space. For instance, I have been observing in the buses where people sit, and it is incredible what you can tell. Older people stay in down, when kids and adolescents go up, it is very unlikely to see a kid downstairs and vice versa. Kids and teens can be naughty upstairs and old people are not being bothered downstairs. I need to tell you what happened to me Sunday in the bus, but later.

My flatmate is out of town, she went on holyday to Greece, for a week, so I thought wonderful the place for myself aaaahhhhh!!!!!, no more mysophobia. I had almost all the plates and pans dirty in the sink, I was wearing only my bath robe, I had wax in my face
and mayonnaise in my hair, I am not kidding!!! It is wonderful for hair. When I saw cool mom all dressed up coming to the house.

She said hello trying to keep her coolness, she said…Darling are you staying here today? I said: - Well, I am planning to go to the Tate Museum. - Ok I keep you food…I was…ok thanks, then she said I have friends over and they are coming in ten…Are you f*** kidding me? – No.

After running like lunatics, I close the bathroom door behind me and then the guest were there, horrible horrible!!!!

I went to the St Paul’s Cathedral and I don’t know how I managed to get there just a few minutes before the concert. The Chorus was amazing!! And it was free!!!

It was passed 5 and I was not sure if the Tate Museum, would be open, I walked the Millennium Bridge, which connects the Cathedral with the Tate, the river was more beautiful than ever…bunch of tourist taking pictures and not even seeing the beauty before their eyes. To my surprise Tate was open and I was decided to get on the gigantic slides by Carsten Höller they go from the top floor to the basement, I am embarrassed to say that my batophobia won big time, so embarrassing I tried and I simply couldn’t. They were beautiful and everybody was having fun, but boring bee!!! I don't know how I can fly when I can not stand heights.

Ok... last thing…Coming back at night I was ridding the bus, in the top floor, only a guy and myself were there. He was coming from some kind of a training wearing shorts and sneakers. I close my eyes to listen the music in my mp3 player, but I felt that something was not quite ok…To my big surprise my friend was touching his friend!!! There!!! He was using his sport bag to cover himself. Many people would feel outraged and deeply offended by this. I didn’t...after all it is only a penis, and a guy who is coward enough to masturbate in public, of course doesn't have the courage to do anything else. I felt really sorry for him. I didn’t move… my stop was close. I didn’t move not because I was enjoying the whole thing, in a motherly impulse I wanted to save him the embarrassment. I rang the bell, without seeing him got off the bus.