Cate did not call me tonight.
She often does not because she has meetings that go forever and for example she called me at 3:00 AM last night - her time - having just finished a meeting which probably discussed whether some recalcitrant staff should be beheaded or hung, drawn and quartered.
I hope they opted for the more merciful outcome.
But tonight it occurred to me that I live an isolated existence.
I live in this belfry in Vienna and have no companionship when Cate is away – apart from two cats.
Certainly they are fine cats – but cats nonetheless. And their strongpoints are not conversation.
I have one dear friend in Vienna - Merisi – who is possibly the best photographer in Vienna – and the link to her blog is on my website – and I see her every week or so.
But I have no other friends and this has suddenly struck me as being unusual. And I have only just thought about it.
It’s actually a bit scary.