under another sun

So now working constantly. Third day of working in London after my surprise call on Monday evening. Back with my chums in Tavistock Square. First Matie popped in on a social call (as she'd worked there for some time). Also nice to see my other friends who work here. Feeling pretty tired as I started the week feeling underpowered, and I've also had to work on some stuff for my French client at night and on the train. I will be working through the weekend. Nice to be in London though, and pausing to look at the caryatids near Euston station. I love seeing these things and have tried to write a poem about them before. And today I melted away from my desk in the afternoon and walked around Tavistock Square and looked at Gandhi for five minutes. Home and reading poems and listening to podcasts. Lorraine and Betty still doing the diets and so on. Naturally now Lorraine is working at home, I am in London. So it goes.  Falling into bed like an exhausted dog, and Lorraine reading th...

Statues and liberty Up to London on a sort of autopilot. Working with Aseir today, who is really into film, and told me the stories of about three movies he wants to make during the day. Also he is exceedingly well up on the cutting edge novelties in marketing, and seems genuinely creative. An education to work with him, although there was a faint whiff of cat herding about our process. Delighted that it was Friday, and when I finally got home went off to see Lorraine, and had a meal with her in our usual Friday night curry den. Then returned to settle on the gold sofa. Ended up very late watching a good documentary about an old rock band Dr Feelgood who came from Canvey Island in the Thames Estuary. Bed. Merciful bed. Below the statue of poet John Betjeman in St Pancras station, and the Caryatids of St Pancras church I've been walking past again this week.

Caryatids Dragged sorry butt out of bed and up to London again. Walked through town and into work. Quiet again without Pat and the FB who were pitching somewhere or other. Feeling hot and sweaty off and on during the day At lunchtime walked towards Euston and stopped at St Pancras Church, which is a very odd building with eight large caryatids. Which I found myself photographing. Also a piece of rather hidden public art of a deliberately damaged face, which is a memorial for the 13 people killed in the bus bombing. Carl told me that the photos of Tavistock Square brought his childhood back to him, walking around the square with his Mum and dogs as a child. They lived just around the corner from where I am working. Chose to walk back from the office down to Embankment again, through Russell Square, past the British Museum and down by Covent Garden. I love walking through all the the history, and houses where eminent people have lived marked by Blue Plaques, and the streaming by of curre...