Another day in London

A ditto day. Up and off to London. Spoke to Mum briefly at lunchtime. Worked hard all day, trying to maintain equanimity. I feel stretched and very out of sorts which is making everything a struggle.

Home at last a spot of Calliope-plagued footie watching, champions Spain being beaten by a cheerful Chile, then an iPad survey of houses as we have arranged a buyer for our own, but there's nothing new or interesting on offer. Trying not to let the unpleasant idea of having had two houses and now having none unnerve me.

Claudia off today, rather bravely, to talk to the army about joining up. Lorraine spent lots of time this evening talking to her about what this would look like. Understandably she is not too keen on the idea of being sent somewhere where she might come to harm.

An early night for me, reading another one of Borges mysterious but very short stories before bed.

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