It’s been a strange day thus far. I awoke – it’s fair to say – in a bad mood having slept quite intermittently but then due to a speedy writing session I was feeling quite good. I had done something. My commute was also reasonable – seat secured, an absence of nutters and a good forty minutes of reading.

The fact that I randomly saw Keith Chegwin running on the spot as I waited on Waterloo bridge was the real beginning of the weird. The morgue like atmosphere of my office another string to the strange – several people on courses or leave means the usually frenetic – I like frenetic – atmosphere has dulled to a tepid: well I see your point but…

And now the weather seems to be on some kind of random selection: hail earlier, then sun, now grey again.

A shame really as I’ve had a great weekend. We had house guests – friends of G’s from Uni – and The Party. The Party went well although I noted with a kind of sadness that we seemed to have reached the age at last where attendees no longer stay where they drop, all partied out, but instead return to their own abodes to rest. It had to happen sooner or later. A good time seemed to be had by all and G had fun – that was after all the point.

I also caught up with my sister – E – who I’ve not seen in a while. She just got back from Cape Verde where it seems she had a great time; not including a dodgy tummy and got to hand over her copy of Illuminations – now available from WHSmith, Blackwells and Foyles (ownly the later two of whom can spell my name). I hope she enjoys it.

I’m hoping to get a fair bit of writing done this week and to that end will be falling off the world around Friday to get some done. Although I’ll be locked up in a B & B there will be some scheduled posts to keep you entertained.

And that’s it for now.