I get up late on account of the late return yesterday, managing a sitting-ette.

Most of the day is spent rushing around trying to get the Britten book finished, although I do dash up to Oxford Street to get a new PDA. Apparantly most shops don’t bother to stock the things they purport to sell, though eventually I get a new Palm m130 from one of those disreputable-looking shops.

I also buy a copy of Confederacy of Dunces, roundly recommended by Barb on the way back from Brighton last night, and, because they’re running a two-for-ten-pounds offer thing get a copy of Thinks! by David Lodge.

Work on the Britten continues into the night – I finally finish at about 1:00, getting to sleep at 2:00. And I have to get up very early indeed tomorrow to finish it off.