Reaching the end
Up and into London again, happy that the end of the week had been reached. Not having to take my laptop into work, was a boon. Instead read High Windows by Philip Larkin again on the train. After reading Jorie Graham the American poet over the last few days, it is lovely to read something that is a sheer pleasure. Fernanda, with whom I was working this week, having root canal work this morning. But we presented our work in the afternoon and this went well enough. Nice to work with her and Slug again. Stayed at my desk all day, not least because rain was hosing down enthusiastically outside. Successfully met Beth on the train home, with a nice little girl called Aisha who she had been chaperoning to a London audition. Beth and I then taxied from Brighton station, waiting in the long queue and observing a man in a bird suit, perhaps on a stag weekend, venturing into the miserable stair-rod rain. Fantastic to be at home, and Lorraine had made some diet turkey burgers. Early to bed, ver...