Get up at seven and Sit, which is good.
After breakfast I get stuck into a lot of ironing, which is moderately good.
After that I don’t do as much work as I’d hoped I’d do, which isn’t good at all.
I decide not to go out to an open mic this evening, and do some more work.
Haru gets back at about seven, and we eat at eight thirty.
After that, I confess I’m drawn to the television, though I iron some shirts at the same time, which gives it the veneer of useful activity. A documentary about sewage workers, another about Never Mind the Buzzcocks and then footage of The Police. The band.