Hmm, how to describe the working day to you, dear Reader? Should I? Or is it better to skip the work stuff in favour of a short recount of today’s contribution to the hectic social life (TM)? Who am I writing this for anyway? I’ve still not worked that one out.
Social life prevails:
12.45: Lunch with Caroline, putting the world and career/colleagues to rights.
7pm : Last carriage of district/circle line train rendez vous with Jess at Blackfriars station. We chatter our way round to Victoria and seek out Balf in the back bar at Boisdale. Celebrated the birth of baby Balf, henceforth to be known as Finbar, before moving on for pizza with Paul at Oliveto.
10.30pm: Departed SW1 for SW11 courtesy of a Connex (I think) train. I’m a Waterloo commuter remember, Victoria always renders me a tad bewildered.
11pm: Back at the ranch, I decided to “just check my mail”…. 2 MT-fuelled hours later I retired to bed, brain still working overtime. Thank heavens for the World Service. I listened to some programme about The Wave (thank heavens for GoogleImages!), that familiar japanese painting of a huge wave… with, I discovered, Mount Fuji in the background. Any other learnings I fear are more deeply buried in my somnambulent (sic) subconscious.
– and yes, i am writing this after the event. So the date does lie.