- staring at the screen trying to remember what I did yesterday
- pacing round the flat trying to remember what I did yesterday
- weeping and trying to remember what I did yesterday
- posting while drunk
- falling asleep at my desk
- trying to wash the dishes and myself, post and do yoga at the same time
- not posting till the next morning and doing 1-3, except that it's now the day before yesterday -- this normally leads to 4, which ultimately leads to 5 and then none of 6 get done at all.
1. A wobbly old lady helping a young blind man to negotiate the bus. I thought they might be grandmother and grandson because they seemed very close -- she held on to him even while they were sitting down.
2. Ellie -- that's my goddaughter -- is impeccably behaved, even at six months, because she is totally absorbed by everything around her. She loves ceilings and lightfittings, apparently, and can gaze enraptured for hours at a good ornate chandelier. Her grandparent's Brighton pied-a-terre has wonderful plaster scrollwork round the edges of the ceilings, and splendid ceiling roses. I could gaze enraptured, too, if it wasn't considered strange in a nearly-29-year-old.
3. Cat has a rambling family, and I love the way friends get sucked in. When I phone her I am fascinated by all the gossip. I wish my family was like that, but we aren't. We're what LM Montgomery calls "clannish", and we prefer our own company, so friends are not invited to family parties. I wonder if this could be changed. It might be geography: it's a complete mission to get to my parents', but it's as easy for me to reach Cat's parents' as it is to visit her in London, so I am as likely to be invited down for a family event as I am up to London. When I get my new house, it's going to have room for the entire tribe. And a garden.