Wonderful going into work realising that there was only two days of it. Listened to Goreki's 3rd Symphony on my iPod. Such a moving piece of music that I found myself in tears as the train passed Battersea Power Station.

At work, the Gnome back after a car crash he had on Friday. He and his son were driven into by a motorbike. Everyone okay, although the normally-placid Gnome was so protective of his son that he was screaming at the rider.

Went for a short and blameless lunchtime stroll with the French Bloke along the river speculating about the function of various bits of twisted metal revealed among the birdprint patterns by the slimy tide.

Afternoon and slipped off to go to the dentist to replace a filling. The dentist, however, began boring as if for a deeply buried gusher. Needed five loads of amalgam to fill the hole. Feel like half my head is composed of filling.

Will I stick to some sort of magnet in the airport when I fly to Toronto on Wednesday?

So numbed by anesthetic that when later called on to artistically flare my nostrils only one would do so.

Back to Brighton after work. The South Downs looking mysterious and shrouded in cloud.

Slipped up to Anna and Anton's place for a tasty asparagus risotto. Held Oskar for a bit. He is appreciably less like Winston Churchill now and very sweet.

Much activity following Trotsky the cat bringing in a big moth while we were eating, which escaped and whirred about noisily in the kitchen. This necessitated Anton and the cat working as a team blatting the poor thing about till Trotsky ended its poor little life with a crunch.

Then off to the Eddy with Anton for a cheeky beer.