I’ve noticed that recently the day after I do exercise, I find it difficult to get up in the morning. Yesterday I did exercise. Today… good, that’s right.
I do get up eventually and breakfast.
I’ve an appointment with the dentist at 12:15. All very pleasant, at least on the surface, though I’m trying to keep it together, which, I suspect, makes me quite distant. Anyway, teeth sort of bearing up, gums less so, I’ve got to go back for hardcore scraping next week.
Home. Lunch. Fairying.
H gets home, and I go and get pizza (or Pizza!) from downstairs, and we watch Eno night on BBC4, and the newly rebranded Review Programme on BBC 2. It seems that the new decade is rather more formal than the old one, with walnut facing and condensed sans serif type.