Sunday afternoon, working in the lab....

It is almost the climax of my weekend, it's around 4p.m, the day is almost off and I'm in a cold lab working alone listening to French music. Even from a French perspective, it sounds sad. But I choose to be here and do some work, after all, it's more stimulating that watching crappy TV program like a zombie. I made the decision of working like a dog until the end until September, date after which I'm not going to be paid anymore, and I have to submit the final thesis within the following year. My supervisor, who has been hassling me for doing more work since last September, made a point questioning if the job is not finished then, what will I do? My friend L. is actually finishing to write its thesis, and I saw him struggling about unsatisfying results and low money. I definitively don't want to go thought that. Hence, I do  weekend work and avoid drinking spree, at least during week days. 

As I wrote, my weekend has been really quiet, specially compared to my previous weekend in London. Friday eve, I was at the felicity's house, (Y. and E.'s) with L.. we spent the eve watching Channel 4 program aimed to young people (Old Friends, Final Friends, Will and Grace, Sex and The city, Graham Norton NY, Banzai and South Park), drinking good Belgian Beers and eating French and Spanish sausages. Watching Sex and the city, I realised how pathetic we probably looked, 4 lads on a Friday eve, watching sex and the city, bloody hell, we needed some girls ! Unfortunately and predicatively, they never came. However, it was relaxing, and I needed to relax. 

Saturday was in the same spirit. I did some work, went shopping more for seeing normal people on their brainless consummation spree. For me Saturday in a city centre is a waltz of plastic bags hanged of  almost every end. You feel excluded if you don't have one. I was there for buying cheap but good vegetables at the covert market, I don't know why but I loved the covert market, it's really a grass-roots place with all the hawker screaming. Saturday eve was more or less the same at the house of felicity, except that we rent American wedding. Definitively relaxing, funny but very relaxing. 

Today, I woke up late and went to buy the newspaper and a phone card, then I went to the supermarket, and I realised that on Sunday it was opening at 11 am because I was 25 minutes early. I decided to wait there reading the paper on a bench, the sky was cloudless and it was very nice, cold and windy, but in UK you have to use any opportunity to enjoy the sun. It's rare and never last long. Back home, I have eaten and phone a few friends in France, A. and M., both are old and very dear friends and I'm always very happy to chat around with them.

And now the lab...