Today, I left this comment over at Meg's -
One of my most gorgeous memories was waking up in my friend's Geneva apartment on my 31st birthday to see snow all around, the windows wide open, and a lovely warmth coming from the underfloor heating. I also have a memory of the Jura mountains dominating the view, but I think I've mentally Photoshoppd that in to replace the high rise aprtment block across the road.
That was the same day we drove to France. On the way back, on the motorway, a snowstorm began, and my friend commented, with consternation in her voice, the car was making a funny noise. Breezily, reassuringly, I said "Oh well, it's not like we're miles from anywhere."
"We're driving across the Bloody Alps!" she exclaimed.
I then remembered I had left this comment over at Barbara's -
One of the best pharmaceutical experiences I had was lying in Casualty with a dislocated shoulder, and being dosed up to the eyeballs with pethadine (a heroin derivative). I was lying below a cellular blanket and I have never felt so cosy or secure in my adult life. Paradoxically, this is why I have never touched heroin.
