6:10 – Rise.
6:30 – Tai Chi
7:00 – Sitting.
7:35 – Go to corner shop and buy cornflakes.
7:40 – Breakfast.
8:45 – DoA / Guitar Work
13:30 – Speak to Haru. During the conversation, the phone rings (my sister, asking if I’m OK. She tells me about the failed bomb attempts) and again (someone speaking in Spanish and asking for Juan. I tell them that he is “No aqui” but that “todos es tambien”. I hope this is correct), and finally the door buzzer goes (people keep ringing my bell in mistake for someone else’s. I’m getting used to the shocked expression when I open the door and they see me. Indeed beginning to enjoy it).
After H and I ring off, I speak to my sister at greater length.
The news has taken over several of the channels and is showing some very impressive surveillance camera footage of some very dull underground stations. The second time as farce, as it were.
14:10 – Make and eat lunch.
15:00 – Communicate with Sue at Walker about the party tonight and what will happen now, who gets me a place on the official bus leaving from the company’s offices, and advises me to be there early.
17:10 – Leave the flat.
17:30 – Arrive at Walkers and wait around in the foyer until we all get on the bus (a hired double decker sitting outside). Obviously with the insane traffic it takes forever to get to Kew.
19:00-ish – The bus arrives at Kew Gardens, and we walk to where the party is going to be held. Free drinks (eventually I find some orange juice), and bowls of chocolates on the tables. General catching up, and I get a very fetching silver bear badge to take home with me.
Dinner is served, professionally if not Craftily. I notice how that professional distance makes the food some how less food. A menu designed for efficiency as much as anything else, and certainly not bad, but…
Oh, there are also two chocolate fountains…
23:00 – I leave the party and walk to Kew Bridge railway station.
23:26 – The Waterloo train arrives. I think I have chocolate poisoning. As the train is coming towards Wandsworth Town, two young men, singing a vaguely racially abusive take on a Monty Python tune, walk through the carriage. The exude quite an air of menace, genuinely and palpably. Luckily they get off at the next stop.
As I am leaving the station, a couple of other revellers at the party have just got out of a cab and are entering.
00:00 – Return home.
00:32 – Begin writing this.
01:00 – Post. I see no point in forcing myself to get up early tomorrow. Let’s see what happens.