under another sun

Up to the smoke again feeling very tired after an execrable night of non-sleep, and listening to poor Betty coughing like a docker in the next room. Took the walk around Fitzroy Square at lunchtime, and finished The Good Soldier which I thought was extremely well constructed and containing a rather bleak view of human relationships. A view perhaps not shared by the two men who were passionately kissing with gay abandon on one of the benches. Walked to Eat, and suddenly felt rather faint as I was ordering and for a good few moments worried that I might actually keel over. I soon recovered, but this added a dash of hypochondria to a day that was already far from one of my favourites. But this is the penultimate day at work so mustn't grumble, eh? Out of office at six like a greyhound with its tail on fire. This fire doused by a lorry driving over a pothole in the street, which sent a perfectly targeted arc of muddy water over me from head to toe. To Dean Street where I encountered...

Up, coldy and groggy at 6:50 and hurried off sans breakfast in the rain to catch the early train. I wanted to be in work early to finish off something I was working on Friday until my brain stopped. When I arrived all the freelancers accounts had been disconnected so I had to wait an hour before I could start. Lunchtime and went for a short walk circling around Fitzroy Square several times talking to Mum on my phone. Then walked down a street with fire engines in it, but nothing apparently happening. Otherwise not much to say about work other than I can't wait for it to effing stop. The trouble with wishing away the time, which I hate doing on principle and almost never do, is that time drags hatefully. Home early, spirits soaring as soon as I left work, and braved the rush hour tube to speed the journey up a bit. Rapidly coming to the end of Ford Maddox Ford's The Good Soldier . A chamber piece of four characters who, because of their characters, make each other unhappy an...