Scampering through the rat race
Up to London in the rain, not liking this new spell in the rat race, elbowing my way through the surges of the tube. However after walking through the memento mori of Magravine graveyard towards the monolithic Charing Cross hospital, work itself was fine, and I happily sat about concepting all day with Jerry and David. Spent several hours in an office thinking about gut hormones and looking through the glass wall onto wet rooftops and towards the Hammersmith Ark, one of my favourite buildings.
Sloped out to buy humus for lunch and bumped into Matty boy for two seconds, enough time to promise a cheeky lunch with him tomorrow. Left work at a civilised time, listening to The Nightwatch again. So far a downbeat portrait of London in 1947, with a lesbian element. I like it. Had no French work tonight, instead caught part of a Chelsea game on TV. They lost. Then tweaked the splendid Richard's CV for our Guernsey Arts Commission submission. Looking good. Richard going to pass on our proposal tomorrow.
Lorriane now in a frenzy of activity, is hoping to complete tomorrow, and move into her new home next Wednesday or Friday. Everything happening at once, and she is fiercely organising.
Below a tube train retreats into the dark under London.
Up to London in the rain, not liking this new spell in the rat race, elbowing my way through the surges of the tube. However after walking through the memento mori of Magravine graveyard towards the monolithic Charing Cross hospital, work itself was fine, and I happily sat about concepting all day with Jerry and David. Spent several hours in an office thinking about gut hormones and looking through the glass wall onto wet rooftops and towards the Hammersmith Ark, one of my favourite buildings.
Sloped out to buy humus for lunch and bumped into Matty boy for two seconds, enough time to promise a cheeky lunch with him tomorrow. Left work at a civilised time, listening to The Nightwatch again. So far a downbeat portrait of London in 1947, with a lesbian element. I like it. Had no French work tonight, instead caught part of a Chelsea game on TV. They lost. Then tweaked the splendid Richard's CV for our Guernsey Arts Commission submission. Looking good. Richard going to pass on our proposal tomorrow.
Lorriane now in a frenzy of activity, is hoping to complete tomorrow, and move into her new home next Wednesday or Friday. Everything happening at once, and she is fiercely organising.
Below a tube train retreats into the dark under London.
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