Steadily working

Dreaming about food all night, having gone to bed hungry. I've never done that before. Was really hungry at about four thirty in the morning and barged past optimistic cats to drink some beetroot juice by way of food.

Lorraine, angelically enough, brought me some muesli in bed at seven and I was revived. Spent all day working on the book, which although enjoyable makes for boring blog fodder. Another viewing of this house tomorrow so charging about tidying in the evening and then discussing what I am writing with Lorraine, which proved decidedly useful. A long discussion about losers, and what makes people losers, for the chapter about losers in marketing. Another much-needed, blameless and early-to-bed night.