Unwilling and unable to drag myself out of bed this morning. Fabulously and unapologetically late into work, an effect only enhanced by learning en route that we had won the first pitch. A fact that makes both me and the Gnome officially big and clever.
Probably psychological, but very tired today after slogging for two weeks at work. Decided to work in small bursts.
Went for a swim too in the afternoon where I stood before the mirror slapping my thighs in a cloud of chalk dust: for the sumo thing is happening again. Spoke to MJ on the way back from the pool. She and Weezer are still fighting about mullets.
Did some work with the Gnome but he was looking a bit rubbish having slept at the hospital a few days this week as his son is still needing observation.
Began to write to the message board about about great bees in history, such as that great bee general Honeybal who crossed the Alps with elephants in 210 BC but the bee muse fled. Perhaps this is the end.
Hilarious and complicated discussions about travel and hiring a car with Sophie. She doesn't have a licence and said she would be afraid to drive. I have a rule of thumb: if the driver looks scared then you're in the wrong car. In the end we decided to go by train to Coventry station and play it by ear.
Left work stunningly early too. Got home to Brighton at an unprecedented 5:30 and, as the acid rain pulled into the station, Anton called to invite me to have a curry with him and Anna. I gladly accepted and ate large and enjoyable curries, with a guest appearance from a non-speeping Baby Klauds. And had fun playing tunes with Anton sulking and refusing to choose records by the end of the night because I raised an alarmed eyebrow when he was about to play The Euroman Cometh by Jean-Jacques Burnell of the Stranglers.
Walked home in the rain, feeling full and happy and very tired. Spoke briefly to MJ before heading for bed.
Probably psychological, but very tired today after slogging for two weeks at work. Decided to work in small bursts.
Went for a swim too in the afternoon where I stood before the mirror slapping my thighs in a cloud of chalk dust: for the sumo thing is happening again. Spoke to MJ on the way back from the pool. She and Weezer are still fighting about mullets.
Did some work with the Gnome but he was looking a bit rubbish having slept at the hospital a few days this week as his son is still needing observation.
Began to write to the message board about about great bees in history, such as that great bee general Honeybal who crossed the Alps with elephants in 210 BC but the bee muse fled. Perhaps this is the end.
Hilarious and complicated discussions about travel and hiring a car with Sophie. She doesn't have a licence and said she would be afraid to drive. I have a rule of thumb: if the driver looks scared then you're in the wrong car. In the end we decided to go by train to Coventry station and play it by ear.
Left work stunningly early too. Got home to Brighton at an unprecedented 5:30 and, as the acid rain pulled into the station, Anton called to invite me to have a curry with him and Anna. I gladly accepted and ate large and enjoyable curries, with a guest appearance from a non-speeping Baby Klauds. And had fun playing tunes with Anton sulking and refusing to choose records by the end of the night because I raised an alarmed eyebrow when he was about to play The Euroman Cometh by Jean-Jacques Burnell of the Stranglers.
Walked home in the rain, feeling full and happy and very tired. Spoke briefly to MJ before heading for bed.
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