So I had lunch with a client today. Greek food, really good, it's been a while. I had the combo plate which had some Mousaka, Pastichio & a Dolmade. Oh yeah, I sent her an e-mail this morning to confirm and her reply was that her sister tried to kill herself last night by downing a bottle of Valium. Oh. We'll do it some other time I reply. No, she wanted to go still. At lunch she tells me that her sister's MARRIED boyfriend broke up with her and went back to his wife. She then says
her tried to kill himself three times this year. She didn't seem all that concerned about it and I almost said, well,
something really inappropriate. I wouldn't have meant it of course but I'm always looking for the laugh. I'm a terrible person.