I thought time had stopped or something.

Up at 6:00, sit, breakfast etc. H goes out, I stretch and play the guitar, which only sounds a little like a bell today, and that mostly on the top strings.

Spend the morning doing CDs for Phil H. The clock on the desktop computer sticks at 10:30, and it takes me an hour to notice. I thought time had stopped or something.

In the afternoon to Hachette, to do a lot of scanning. Which takes me until 19:30.

Walk Euston, bus home.

Japanese food.

Um, dithering mostly.