smokingboot | Leaving on a jet plane

Whimsy's off for her great new adventure in Orgiva. She bought the house, the cat is being driven there now, and she'll be at the airport, no idea if she's going to Granada or Malaga... Orgiva is in Granada province, close to a hippy commune, where she's got herself a house she describes as 'uninsureable,' but at least partly built into a hill; one of the bedrooms is a cave. A friend scolded her saying 'with that money you could have bought a chateau in France.' Whimsy spread her hands; 'and I'd have been alone in my chateau in France,' she said. For sure this suits her more. She's not made for solitude and her mates are just over the road.

A couple of us met for a final final goodbye celebrated with Taittinger. We gossipped of course, about friends who have come/gone/lost the plot. 'Come visit,' she says, 'it'll be a fun week.' I'll do my best, but it's an easy two hours out of the city, and I'm not convinced there's a lot of public transport around there. Still it sounds like a laugh.

Oh and all those fizzy bubbles? I'm not a student anymore; over a bottle and while my head's fine, my guts really protest. Bleah.