Sez and the City

Yesterday, I accidently locked myself in the bathroom. My phone was on the other side of the door. My apartment was locked. And I thought, shit, what if I can't get out...no-one will even know I'm missing. No-one in NZ has my address yet. No-one I know in Vancouver even has it. There was nothing in the bathroom to use to break the door down. I thought I was going to starve to death there - wrapped in my towel. I was wondering how to arrange myself so that when, finally, someone discovered my decomposing body...they wouldn't see my thighs!

In light of that close brush with death (the situation resolved itself with lots of handle wiggling), I've decided to let EVERYONE know my contact details. If you ring, write or email and never hear back I'm either crap at responding or locked in the loo again.

Vancouver is pretty. On a good day. Of which I've had one since I've been here. On every other day it rains, so Vancouver life consists of wet feet and a brollie permanently attached to your wrist.

I'm in love with my little apartment which is hideously expensive and ridiculously small, but perfect.

My recruitment agent gets back from her holiday tomorrow so we will begin the job hunt.