Mercredi 23.05.07 Quand j’etais . . .
Why did man create mobile phones? Karine Pommier is on the blower to me three times this morning. I don’t answer; I know her game. She leaves three separate messages asking me to take a class today; this morning in fact, in Didier. I thought I had made myself pretty clear last time but that obviously wasn’t the case. I don’t beat around the bush today as I tell her I’ve made other plans and that I don’t work Wednesdays and I want to keep it that way!
I’ve a date with Gerard Depardieu this afternoon; his film Quand j’étais chanteur is showing today as part of the mini-Cannes appreciation session at L’Atrium. I’ve been told it’s not a very stimulating film and the cold-comfort numbness of the salle doesn’t help either.
I book my flight home to Ireland today; I’m flying out of Martinique on the 26th June. I had hoped to set up an account with the internet place in Point du Bout but their erratic opening hours swayed me back to Cyber Délisse where aerlingus.com won’t open and I have to change computers three times before I find one without sticky keys.
I spy Ceri and Marianne in town but between rushing here and there for tickets and boats, dodging slippery eel-like Martiniquan men or whatever I only manage a quick ça va before I’m on my way home to sort out the rest of my school assignments and Nicola’s love life. A cutesy card with an evil-eyed Tweetie Pie is winging its way to Dorian. It’s as close to being persistent as is possible and if it makes Nic feel better, or makes Dorian respond, then all the better; personally I’d just send emails into cyber-space or glance up at the moon every evening and sigh my soul away…
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