Circling
Up, coldy and groggy at 6:50 and hurried off sans breakfast in the rain to catch the early train. I wanted to be in work early to finish off something I was working on Friday until my brain stopped. When I arrived all the freelancers accounts had been disconnected so I had to wait an hour before I could start. Lunchtime and went for a short walk circling around Fitzroy Square several times talking to Mum on my phone. Then walked down a street with fire engines in it, but nothing apparently happening. Otherwise not much to say about work other than I can't wait for it to effing stop. The trouble with wishing away the time, which I hate doing on principle and almost never do, is that time drags hatefully. Home early, spirits soaring as soon as I left work, and braved the rush hour tube to speed the journey up a bit. Rapidly coming to the end of Ford Maddox Ford's The Good Soldier . A chamber piece of four characters who, because of their characters, make each other unhappy an...