Wednesday 7th of January, 2004
I suspected that I had started to hallucinate
Up early again, but then today I have Stuff To Do. I realise that going all the way to Walworth Road is going to be pointless (and then have a terrible time finding my wallet, put at the bottom of a pile in yesterday's Ruckus) so I take the accounts to the Post Office. It's not over now, but they're out of my hands.
Then a day back at the Maisy face. A call to a delivery service over a package that was undelivered is answered by someone who is not only helpful but also friendly, informed and intelligent. I have to share this information, as I suspected that I had started to hallucinate and was Hearing Voices. It is possible, though unlikely, that I had merely been speaking to a helpful, friendly, informed and intelligent call-centre employee.
After work I walk up to the Building Society branch on the Strand to pay in a cheque, with a glorious version of Berlioz' Symphony Fantastique on Radio 3. I take my camera with me.
There are lights in the trees on the South Bank appear to be mist machines. Very good things to have in the middle of winter, hoses spraying water everywhere (sarcasm alert...) On the way back I poke around a couple of back-streets and find that the King's College gym is, theoretically, open to non-students (although I don't know how much it will cost) and that there's an interesting-looking place called The Warehouse (classical/orchestral rehearsal studios, but they do have occasional concerts). The place where my old gym was is now a gaping hole. I wonder whether I should bother feeling sad and decide against it. It was always a bit smelly and horrible.
