Usual morning preparation.
Today I go to Walker to do Maisying, which is fairly successful (I hardly fall asleep). The art director next to whom I’m sitting is humming something under her breath. I run it forwards and find it to be part of the bridge of an Abba song, so I conclude (correctly) that she’s just been to see Mamma Mia!
Lunch is lasagne, which is a plus. And the weather is muggy, so not really falling asleep in these conditions counts as a success.
Back at home, after some debate, we have chips.
After chips I turn another old loop into a song. This one appears to be about a torturer. Strange – after a while lyrics seem to come out as they want to rather than how I want them to.