I’m waiting for the tumble drier. I’m glad there is a tumble drier. I woke up and my sheets were a bit pongy. It’s awfy hot in that room, even though I run the fan all night. When do I ever get the time to change the sheets? Now, it turns out. This evening.
I don’t really have the time though to be honest but I’ll make it. Walked home and got in at almost half ten. Stripped my bed and shoved it into the wash. Then put it in the drier on a thirty minute cycle that I reckon I’ll have to repeat a few times. Now it’s half eleven. I’ll be up another hour I reckon, and then wheels up from the warehouse no later than half seven. We loaded up a Luton with stuff for the boats and sorted out all the entry fuckery. We’re getting good at it now. I know in advance every time if it’ll have to be putting things through the fence or if they’ll let me through without question.
I’ve had my Paris driving spoilt forever. I have my very own lane to drive in. I shoot down it into town in my little van past loads of gridlocked vehicles. It feels incredible. And then if I wave my pass the police let me through their barrier into the central area and I can drive the busiest streets in the capital empty but for vans like mine. Yes, sure, I’m always in a hurry and stacked up with jobs. But after this is all over there will be strange memories of driving down the Seine on empty roads. Of parking my Luton next to a cherry picker just by Invalides Bridge, in the middle of what is normally a road.
Sometimes it’s useful to have a plus one. Usually I drive alone. Thankfully I had Edwin yesterday.
“Can you jump out and see if I can get under that? Send me a photo.”
That’ll be my vehicle heading to the boats tomorrow out near Torcy. VNS. Roof is unscratched. I didn’t continue.
Vaire-sur-marne Nautical Stadium. “the boats” I’m starting to be able to elongate the acronyms. My brain can’t hold homogenised information like that. I’m better attaching things to ideas as all the three letter codes swim.
Today I was in Versailles and Elancourt, La Defense, Montparnasse… Saw none of them. What is this Paris? Paris is a road.
AlBarclay 