Not much sleep, but a nice start to the day travelling into London with Anna all smart and professional-looking in her business garb. Inexplicably she had neglected to bring Anton's folder so we were forced to chat pleasantly instead of having to pore over his birthday choices.

Otherwise I had a successful enthusiasm by-pass, mitigated only by talking to my MJ early in the afternoon and cheerful thoughts of being met by her and Weezer on Friday in Newark.

Otherwise more rain on a drab highly-Mondayish Monday. I went for a short walk along the river for twenty minutes at lunchtime, although I felt draggy and as if I were getting a cold as the day wore on. Found myself looking out of the window at the greyness thinking about poetry and escape.