Slow crawl to London in thick fog, with a visibility of 20ft in places.

However the whole carriage laughing at the guard and driver's conversations which were accidentally broadcast repeatedly throughout the train without them realising. The discussion of whether to talk to the passengers or not was quite funny, and then hearing the following "proper" announcement. The train was halted in a tunnel for some time as somebody had driven into a bridge somewhere and all the trains had to stop.

Work okay, although ended up staying late, but broken by an enjoyable swim at lunchtime.

The French Bloke in the doghouse today for drinking with me after work yesterday and meeting with a less than rapturous reception on collecting Max from her nightclass.

Spoke to Mum from Heathrow airport on her way to see the Tobster and Romy in Toronto. Phoned Mase this evening who was telling me about some excellent Cossack Dancing show they'd seen the night before in St Albans.

Spoke to MJ a couple of times today. She is being cheeky again, demanding chocolate and flowers, which a good sign. She is now also armed with an old-school mobile with an aerial. For some reason I am enjoying the mental picture of her with an aerial protruding from her hair.

Reading more of Joy Harjo on the train. I do like some of her work a lot.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Flowers and chocolate inexplicably delayed...perhaps they were sent by boat?
Anonymous said…
Peter Kenny is a lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely man...and incredibly sexy too!