Rubbish job

Child scaring eye slightly better. Lorraine with me this morning, as she was heading off to the smoke. Lorraine's phone alarm is a disembodied Beth singing happy birthday. When this goes off unexpectedly it feels like you're waking up in a movie about poltergeists.

Making a cup of tea this morning my phone spontaneously sent Kate two XX kisses. Was rather suprised to get a text from her a bit later wondering why.

To work early on Skelton Yawngrave then the day derailed by a call from Southwark council press officer and had to interview their head of sustainability.

The last time I had discussed the subject with the editor I was told to forget it, so this all came as a bit of a surprise. This irritation compounded by then being hassled for copy a few hours after I'd done the interview. However it was another opportunity to learn more about sustainability, and I talked to a very pleasant and professional woman called Mary Morrissey about recycling and waste management and so on. Writing this up took a surprisingly long time.

Noticed the cat had diarrhoea. Later she seemed fine, but ate at least four juicy and freshly-tortured flies during the day. This can't be a coincidence.

To the gym in the late afternoon feeling irritable. Gym helped a great deal. Then back to finish the article and eat a chickpea and vegetable curry with brown rice, while watching Manchester Utd start to beat Arsenal. And have intermittent chats with Anton by phone about football.

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