under another sun

Lorraine and I up with the sparrows and off to work. Yippees escaping the Kenny lips few and far between. Nice to have the opportunity not to overeat, however. Sushi for lunch. Finished The Power by Naomi Alderman, a nice novel of ideas which had some nice twists to make you re-examine the patriarchy and the nature of power. Reasonable day at work. Home at a reasonable time too. Betty had cooked Cinderella style. Lorraine and I listening to soothing classical music, then early and gratefully to bed.

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 w...