Of work and pork belly Train, tube then through Hammersmith Cemetery into work. Thinking there is a poem in that ole boneyard. Felt shattered by the time I arrived at work though, but the workload was fairly slack, which was a boon. My boss has agreed that I will leave work early this week to speed my recovery from virus from hell. Sat about feeling like a zombie during the day, but chatted intermittently with The Gnome who I'd not seen for ages. Left work a little before 4pm and was back in Brighton at around 5:30pm which was fantastic. Lurked at home quietly for a while. Toby called me from Toronto on Skype and we had our first ever Skype conversation. which was clearer than a phone. Strange to hear the Tobster's voice coming out from my laptop. I particularly enjoyed the bit where when every time Tobs spoke the little toby . kenny icon gained a blue flare on the screen. Then off up the hill, as Anton and Anna had invited me for supper. When I arrived Anna called me up...