Every weekday I arrive at Bond Street Station I exit through the West One Shopping Complex on the way to the office. It struck me today how lazy people are when it comes to using doors. There are four in the exit I use. Sometimes one is left open and I'm amazed how so many people will drift towards that door, even if there's a big queue. I mean, how difficult is it to go and open a door yourself and walk through? Do all these people have an inherent fear of opening doors? Do they suffer from 'porteophia' or something? OK, so porteophobia isn't a word, but I can't find any proper phobia 'name' to describe it, so I made it up. I'm so clever. You see, 'porte' is french for door, and phobia, well, is phobia.
Anyway, I'm off to Paris tomorrow night!! Taking the Eurostar - First Class, sweetie darling, and having a few days with my friend, then Scooter will join us for the last few days! The plan is to do some shopping, visit Disneyland and then hit the Louvre and Orsay galleries.
Oh, and drink much wine and stuff my face with French pastries.
Salut!
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