though I haven’t succeeded yet

Lie too long abed. Rise too late. Too much muesli. Late leaving the flat, too.


Lunch with Ben, discussing things, and iPhones. And things.

Back to the Maisying. I am reminded to avoid responsibility wherever possible, though I haven’t succeeded yet.

I go with Ben to his house (and with Dierdre and Lucy, but varying degrees of the way) and have a meeting with Juan regarding the recording we intend to do on Saturday, and leave late, finally getting back at half-past eleven. I get the makings of sandwiches, make them and by that time it’s very late indeed.