Get up early and go up to Oxford Street. H gets an iPhone and I get some trousers and stuff from Boots. I’m not even going to pretend it’s as interesting.
Get the tube back and go for breakfast, then home. I crash out for a bit, then go out again. Exchange the defective St Vincent CD (while buying the other one and a couple of DVDs), then more trousers and home in the drizzle. The weather is taking it upon itself to rain as much as possible at the moment.
Pack. I’m now packed, which is amazing to me.
Get fish and chips and drink delicious beer and watch programmes about Apollo 11, as well as the Charlie Brooker thing from the other night.