Tuesday

I slept like a log after a good swim.
Woke up on alarm of 6am, been dreaming of Camilla and a random setting near a stream and at the end of a row of houses. Trellis and plants.

Send Sparky Happy Birthday text.

Shower. Radio Five. Only in my bedroom. Bathroom radio still on silent.
Left house - tube station 7.40am
Train came in got on.
Read Vol 2 of Virgina Woolf Dairy.
8.10am Bank station. Escalators.
Walk. Starbucks for coffee, grande, skinny wet latte, - using my voucher. Arrive at office. Exchange words with Ample and Blade.

Check email accounts.

Chase various people for meetings. Have strategy and management meeting with boss back at Starbucks. Plump for a decaf tall wet skinny latte. Discuss resources. Discuss projects. Avoid anything non work related.

At 11am wander over to other building to meet consultants. Spend next 3 hours talking about reports, cubes and project risks & objectives.

2pm return to desk - photocopy some useful documents - give to consultants.

Go to canteen - eat lunch of salad by myself after a few pleasant words to Sofien and the postie who knows I support Gillingham and who was at swimming last night with his partner.

Notice as I eat lunch and watch Sky Sports News that every time the bottom banner gets to FA Cup news Sky goes to an Ad break. So I do not see any Gillingham team news.

Get a tall tea and chat some more to Sofien.

Back to desk.

Project plan updates.

Home time - change into trackie bottoms and walk via Embankment to Waterloo. Tube. CW. Straight up to Next. Very hot and clammy try on dresses. Spot Sparky has asked me to Tup for drink. Home. Respond to Sparky text and say I'll buy him a beer some other time.

Football on TV. Listen to Radio 5. Accrington 0 - Gills 0 @ HT. Dad keeps texting - does not sound hopeful that we can win.

iPlayer and Delia Smith.

Check web - Gillingham lost. Text disgust and loathing of result to Dad and Mum.

Go to bed with cup of red bush tea.