Walking through the Squares

Up at the crack of dawn and off to town. Managed to read another book of Paradise Lost on the train too. Magnificent stuff.

Train was delayed, bus broke down etc. so arrived late having walked through Bloomsbury, whose squares looked absolutely stunning, in their early Autumn glory.

Not worked in Tavistock Square for a year. But felt comfortable returning and was teamed up with an talented and easy-going Brazilian art director called Fernanda on an interesting job.

Home late. Emailing Jane and Richard, Jane had one of those alarms in the night, and wrote about it hilariously here. 

And early to bed.

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