Unexpected encounters

This is excatly the kind of thing which sometimes makes me think I'm the unluckiest person in the world.

On our road trip, Stella and I decided to stop by Oxford, to say hi to a few student-friends and secondarily save a few pounds by squatting their sofa instead of paying for a B&B.

Totally blending in the student lifestyle, Stella was still asleep under the radiator this morning (there was a bit of smoking going on last night...). So I decided to go for a walk and some sightseeing before she'd wake up.
I was struggling with my lighter somewhere behing the new theatre when I felt a hand on my shoulder... "Heya! What a surprise!!"

The one man on earth I hold such a grudge against.
My last employer.
The one who had been promising me a promotion for six months, and eventually had my contract cancelled when I expressly said no to sleeping with him, ruining my professional life by the same occasion....

I managed to make small talk without ripping his eyeballs out of his disgusting face, which required a lot of control. But then you never know who you're going to bump into again, litteraly.
As soon as the torture was over, I ran to the first coffee I could find, screamed "Is there a bathroom in there?" at the top of my lungs, and brought last night's chinese back up.

Why why why WHY WHY did I have to bump into the man, miles away from London?

I'm afraid this whole episode made me over-emotional, I almost cried out of recognition when the Sainsbury's lady ask for my ID to let me buy a new lighter.
But I'm cheering myself up now, sat next to a rugby field, watching fit students running around. And there's an internet connexion pretty much everywhere in this town!!

We might as well stay in Oxford at least until Thursday morning; we're invited to the student union's Hallowe'en party tomorrow night... Loads of fresh bloody meet in perspective...