9:00 – Get up. Sitting. Breakfast. Today I go to work (all the way to the bedroom). I complete the fonts, bundle them up and find that the email is down. Several websites I manage are also down, including the Guitar Craft site and this one.
Still, I think I’ve cracked Unicode. Not all of it. There’s rather a lot of it. Everything is there. But I think I’ve worked out how to use it.
Stretch and shower.
Haruko goes out. I prepare to go out and do so a lot later than I thought I would.
I catch the bus to near the Hachette building. There are advantages and disadvantages to this: cheaper, obviously; not having to change; no walking up and down stairs and all over the place in the tube stations. On the other hand, I do have to stand at the bus stop for a long time in hopes that a bus will turn up, and when it does arrive it doesn’t go that fast. So.
Arrive at Hachette – I call up to check that I”ve got the right building, and check in with reception. Very big on security. I go up to the 16th floor and wait in reception, with an incredible view, and Giselle collects me and takes me back to the 14th floor. I’m briefed on next week’s job.
I catch a bus to Oxford Street and go to Marks and Spencer, then another bus to Trafalgar Square, where I pick up my contact lenses. Then home.
At home, the email/websites problem persists.
At 19:30 I go for a run – via Tower Bridge, that one.
As I’m leaving, someone in 4a informs me that he’ll be clearing rubbish out of there tomorrow morning very early and apologises. I just stare open-mouthed and nod. Perhaps I’m a bad-tempered git after all. I’m not annoyed, it just feels like the most appropriate response is to be annoyed, so I fake it.
Just down the road, someone asks for directions. I have the same instinct, but having had the previous encounter, I at least muster some politeness.
On my return I stretch a bit, then have a shower, then go to get money from a cash machine a Waterloo Station (why do drunk people mistake one’s not being drunk for an inability to have fun?) and get takeaway food on the way back.
When I’ve eaten this, Haru returns – she’s been drinking with Manager Boy and Mrs Manager Boy – and I eat ice cream. And we watch junky Friday Night telly. And Newsnight