Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Much better

Cold this morning on the platform, and very reluctantly off to work today.

Finished listening as an audiobook to The Imaginary Girlfriend, a short memoir by John Irving today. Lots of stuff to do with wrestling in it. Then started listening to The Power, by Naomi Alderman, who is friends with Margaret Atwood and it is rather a good novel.

Went into work this morning like I was entering a ring. Unexpectedly, however, the day was fine, and the vileness of yesterday abated, and Keith and I were simply allowed to get on with our work. I walked around in Russell Square at lunch and called Mum, who could hear as I was talking to her a strange cacophony of squeakers, a vuvuzela and drums from over the hedge when I was there, and it turned out to be a security guard's protest outside the university.

Was able to leave work on time and meet Anton in the evening at The Joker for some beers and woof-woof wings and generally to put the world to rights. Great to see Anton, though much waiting to be served at the bar and a long wait for food. When it came it was splendid though. Have arranged an evening with him and the bairns over the weekend, which I'm pleased about.

Meanwhile in Guernsey Richard's new book Stone Witness is moving quickly towards being published by Blue Ormer. You can read about it here.

Walked up the hill very quickly afterwards and home to my lovely wifey, who was tired after having done pilates, and Charleston the day before. To bed, dogged by cats.

Below, a small protest.

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