Or not today, anyway.

6:37 – Get up.

Recovering from last night.

6:50 – Sitting.

7:30 – Breakfast.

8:10 – H goes to work.

Stretching and tai chi, shower, then to Walker’s.

Cold and rainy day, and I get a bus some of the way because I’m not a masochist. Or not today, anyway.

Maisying.

13:00 – Lunch. Lasagne.

14:00 – Back to the Maisying.

18:20 – Leave Walker’s and go home.

Dinner (curried chickpeas by H), then looking at PHP stuff and watching episodes of The Mark Steel Lectures.

but no one seems to mind

6:30 – Rise.

6:45 – Sitting.

7:20 – Breakfast.

8:00 – H goes to work.

Stretching and Tai Chi and I put the Pusskins files on DVDs and put them in an envelope which I then put in the reception at Walker’s when I get there.

Maisying.

13:00 – Lunch, which today is a roll and cheese and an orange. Then lying down.

14:00 – Back to work.

17:20 – Leave Walker, run home via Waterloo. Still not worked out the whole running-with-a-rucksack-on thing.

On returning home I pack the rucksack with supplies for the Jeays gig, and then leave, travelling to Great Portland Street (where the gig is) via Baker Street. Changing at Baker Street is quite a palaver.

I’m the last to arrive, bar Dave, and the boys are looking at the piano, trying to get it set up. Plugging in and then sound-checking. Interestingly, the piano is more or less in tune with itself, but about three-quarters of a semitone flat. Also the guitar is distorting, but no one seems to mind.

Lots of other acts this week, many of whom I’ve heard of from the listings, so it’s interesting to see them. We do two sets, at the end of the first half and the end of the second. We rock, astonishingly. I’m still embarrassed that I’ve not learned the chords to the songs after eight years of playing them.

Gig runs late, and I end up getting home at midnight. Cheese roll and a cup of tea and bed.

it’s just realised it’s old

6:37 – Get up.

6:46 – Sitting.

7:20 – Breakfast.

8:00 – H goes to work.

I also begin to work – I’m doing more almost-final Pusskins corrections, which are going quite slowly as my computer has decided to be venerable and cantankerous, largely because it’s just realised it’s old. I sympathise but wish I could do the work a little faster.

I complete the corrections and upload them to Hachette’s server.

I also do Tai Chi and stretching and end up getting into Walker at 11:20.

Maisying.

13:00 – Lunch – I failed to make a packed lunch today, so have baked potato with various things. I then have a lie down on the balcony – it’s just about warm enough to do this now.

14:00 – Back to Maisying.

18:30 – Home.

H has made Japanese food – hurrah!

After dinner I do some more Pusskins corrections and I design a website for a URL I bought on a whim three years ago.

Very late to bed.

an accident waiting to happen

6:32 – Rise.

6:45 – Sitting.

7:20 – Breakfast.

8:00 – H goes to work.

Tai Chi and stretching. Then I shower and go to Walker’s.

Maisying.

13:00 – Lunch. Then I lie on the floor for a bit.

Maisying.

19:00 – I leave Walker’s and run home, via the South Bank and Waterloo Road. The Embankment is actually quite risky, as there are lots of cyclists, lots of runners and lots of people milling around. It’s an accident waiting to happen, which I’m contributing to. Beautiful evening, though.

19:30 – Get home. Shower.

20:00 – Dinner: Chicken stew by H with rolls by me.

After dinner I do some Mr Pusskins colouring, which takes until late.

This doesn’t seem to deter at all.

6:30 – Rise.

6:45 – Sitting.

7:20 – Breakfast.

(Approximate times as our clock broke when H replaced the battery. Odd, that.)

8:00 – H goes to work.

I do Tai Chi and stretching exercises.

Fairies colouring in.

12:00 – To Waterloo Station, where I catch a train to the Jeays rehearsal. When I arrive at Dave’s Phil and Will are sitting outside in Phil’s car. They look like they’re on a stake-out. Soon after Dave arrives and we go in and have tea.

The rehearsal is more of a catch-up – since none of us (apart from Phil) have played this material in a while, we’re incredibly rusty. This doesn’t seem to deter at all. Nice to see them, anyway.

Phil gives me a lift to Clapham Junction station and I take the train back to Waterloo, arriving at about 16:00. I browse in the CD & DVD shop, mainly to remind myself that I don’t really want any of them, then walk home.

It’s a wonderful day – all blue skies and warmth.

Haru gets back at 18:30 and I make kedgeree, which is ready at 20:00.

After dinner I fail to get down to work, which is a shame. Eventually I do a couple of pages of Mr Pusskins before bedtime.

Strangely painless.

8:45 [BST] – My father calls up to see whether I know the clocks went forward. I tell him that yes, I’m on that, but cannot comment further as I am not currently awake.

9:15 – We become awake and have breakfast.

9:45 – To the supermarket. Strangely painless.

10:30 – Back from the supermarket.

12:00 – Run, up to the river, up past Tate Modern, back down Blackfriars Bridge Road. At the beginning it’s pleasantly Spring-like, though after a while the weather reminds me that Winter’s not quite over.

Getting back, stretch and shower.

13:00 – Lunch.

Make bread dough and leave it to rise, then begin doing corrections.

19:00 – Dinner – stroganoff by H.

Back to the corrections.

20:00 – Rolls go in the oven, coming out at 20:35.

21:00 – Final episode of The Trap. The most overtly political thing Curtis has done. I suppose they’re political times. I haven’t seen a television programme explicitly call for revolution in a while.

Carry on watching television until bedtime.

Obstruction-time, then.

6;40 – Get up.

6:50 – Sitting.

7:25 – Breakfast.

8:10 – H goes to work.

Tai chi and stretching.

Fairies.

At 12:00 I go for a run – up to the river and along under Blackfriars Bridge turning off at Coin Street. I get a bit lost in the streets behind Stamford Street. In fact the whole excursion was marked by constant obstructions – people, traffic suddenly appearing in roads I was about to cross. There’s lot of this normally, but a surprising amount today.

Back in the flat I have lunch and watch some documentaries (factually accurate but comic in tone, by Mark Steel on Byron, Marx and Aristotle).

Back to the fairies.

At 17:30 I begin cooking dinner – roast chicken breasts and vegetables.

At 18:15 H gets home.

At 20:00 I walk up to the 12-Bar Club to see some friends play. They’ve remodelled it slightly – in the old days, standing on the stage one was looking straight at the feet of the people on the balcony, but they’ve moved the balcony back by a couple of feet. It still sounds like people go up there for a conversation, though, which is distracting when you’re trying to perform.

When I arrive the previous band to my friends are playing – they change guitars after pretty much every song – between four people (including the drummer) there are seven guitars (two of which are basses), all “name” guitars. It’s solid enough stuff, but nothing to write home about.

There’s a changeover period and the band that I’ve come to see play. Different sound to the previous band – acoustic-based with three-part harmonies and a violinist. Lots to see in the performance. One new song is a definite hit.

I say hello and goodbye after they’ve had a chance to break down their stuff and then walk home. Again, many obstructions: drunk people of course, but also just after the South Bank Centre as I’m about to cross the road a bus pulls up and stops right in front of me, then just in front of Waterloo Station they’ve decided that Friday night is a good time to resurface the road, so pedestrians have to walk along the road to cross.

Obstruction-time, then.

Back in the flat I eat cheese and crackers and check out internet stuff. To bed very late. Lie in tomorrow.

they look good, but they’re fiddly

6:32 – Get up.

6:45 – Sitting.

7:25 – Breakfast.

8:00 – H goes to work.

I do various stretching and tai chi exercises, then get back to colouring in fairies. It takes a lot longer than I think it should. I made some groovy but very intricate decisions two years ago – related to the first tranche of this book – that I regretted then and which are a bit frustrating now. Oh, they look good, but they’re fiddly.

Anyway.

13:30 – Lunch. I watch a 2002 lecture by Noam Chomsky. He’s actually quite funny, if a bit dry, but I seem to be the only person who’s noticed this.

Back to the fairies.

18:05 – Haru gets home.

18:15 – I set off for Windsor Road. This week I go Bakerloo Line to Piccadilly Circus and then change to the Piccadilly Line to Holloway Road, then walk. It takes longer than last time, as the trains are so crowded at Piccadilly Circus I have to wait until the third one before I can get on. Ho hum.

Cup of tea and a chat with Juan, then guitar – calisthenics, C major and exploration, which is spontaneously in A major, shifting to D major, or possibly D lydian. Some talk of tetrachords and odd scales.

I leave Windsor Road at 22:00 and catch a bus to Holloway Road tube. However, just before getting there it veers off at high speed in the direction of King’s Cross. I miss the King’s Cross stop, as it speeds away down the Grays’s Inn Road.

Eventually (22:30) I get off at St Paul’s and walk across the Millenium Bridge, (magnificent views, though! And the Tate Modern looks incredible), and home via Blackfriars Road, eventually getting back at 23:00. So it takes me an hour to get there or back no matter how far out of the way I go.

I eat cheese and crackers. It’s 23:30 now and we need to get to bed as H is already asleep on the sofa and has to go into work tomorrow.

I also begin colouring in fairies.

I wake up spontaneously at 5:30, coming out of a strange nightmare. I’m of the opinion that the nightmare might have had the edge on real life, and can’t get back to sleep.

6:30 – Rise.

6:40 – Sitting.

7:20 – Breakfast.

8:00 – H is out the door.

I check out a problem with the Body Book, which is supposed to have gone to press yesterday. The publisher seem to think the book should be 37mm narrower than it actually is. This might cause more problems.

I do exercises and sorting, and at 11:45 go for a run – up to the river at London Bridge, along past the Tate Modern and down Blackfriars Road. I also begin colouring in fairies. The last time I did this was just before Los Molinos III – a mad panic involving early mornings, late nights and playing the first half of the first series of Dr Who over and over to keep me awake. I have more time to do this one, but I think it will also involve late nights and early mornings (as it has to fit around Maisying). And the new series of Dr Who starts in a couple of weeks.

Most of today is preparatory – copying files and looking to see how the files are put together

Basic tuna fish lunch.

More fairying.

17:45 – Begin cooking. Chicken curry (what turns out to be a mild one, too).

18:30 – H gets home.

19:00 – We have dinner. I always underestimate or forget salt and spices, resulting in fairly bland food. It’s fine, but not as hot as I’d like.

20:15 – I complete the picture I was working on this afternoon and work on a JGB talk.

harangue people in broken English

6:30 – Rise.

6:45 – Sitting.

7:25 – Breakfast.

8:00 – Haru goes to work.

I’m delayed by a number of factors, not least my increasingly eccentric desktop computer, and end up getting to Walker at 11:30. A new low.

13:00 – Lunch.

I lie down for a long time.

14:00 – Back to work.

As yesterday, it snows enthusiastically for a very short time.

18:40 – I go home.

19:00 – Get home. Don’t really settle, as at…

19:30 – Go downstairs where there’s an meeting of leaseholders. This goes badly, as one of the members decides it’s an opportunity to harangue people in broken English. He feels this is his calling, I suspect. At 20:30, tired of being shouted past, I go back upstairs for dinner.

The rest of the evening involves looking at websites. The meeting has depressed me rather.