I’d stuck my arm out in a particularly authoritative way.

6:00 – Rise, yoga, shave & shower, sitting, breakfast.

After breakfast some guitar practise.

At 9:30-ish I go out to catch a 453 bus to Hachette. I immediately regret this, as a 453 appears, then just sits in front of the bus stop, blocking the view of upcoming buses. For example the next 453 bus, ten minutes later, which lets off its passengers on the far side of the parked bus. On seeing me with my arm out the driver obviously vacillates, but eventually stops and lets me on. Either his good side got the better of him, or I’d stuck my arm out in a particularly authoritative way.

After negotiating the security arrangements at Hachette, I spend the whole day scanning. I begin by putting my attention in various limbs while waiting for the scanner, then idly daydreaming and finally surfing the internet.

I leave at 17:30, then go directly to Colet House, buying a sandwich on the way and eating it in the refectory downstairs.

Movements. I’m quite good at some stuff, then have bursts of uncoordinated chaos. And kneeling is agony.

9:45 – Home. Chinese soup. Nuts. Bit of internet.