though I haven’t succeeded yet

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

Maisying.

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.