Last day at work, largely wasted rewriting pieces of copy. Managed to slip away for a swim in the afternoon to rid myself of pent up grouchiness. Otherwise little to report. The Gnome off on the first day of the dog advert shoot. Very happy to be able to avoid all that standing about and looking at dogs for a day.

Spoke to mum, who had two words to say to me: "flight" and "socks". Spoke to Janet whose birthday it is, and to Bob and to First Matie who called to wish me well.

Surprised and pleased that Sarah has been reading Beer and Trembling, the novel I wrote a long time ago and is enjoying it. Interesting to get her perspective for many reasons, but also as someone who is just finishing a creative writing degree.

Packing and running about ineffectually.

Next blog will be from Canada, eh.