Despite the fact that jetlag is playing havoc with my sleep patterns, I’m managing to cope with a full diary. The next two weeks I’ve been trying say “yes” to as much as possible in order to try and get back to black after a delightfully profligate time in Japan. It’s just as well that the yen is suffering at the moment, as despite the fact the money worked in my favour, I’ve put myself out of pocket. Time to get my head down. Thankfully there are some things in the pipeline, and joyful ones too. No more lazy pricey food. No more coffee out. I’ve even left my aeropress in Brighton so I can make lovely brew without blowing money at the Kemptown Bakery where I usually end up getting unnecessary cake as well as the pricey but excellent coffee. It’s got so it’s often over four quid now for a coffee over the counter, and that’s too much to frame as a cheap luxury.
It does mean I have to be more organised. This morning, for instance, invigilating early after a terrible sleep, I had to stop pushing snooze and stagger into the kitchen to bubble up. It all fits with the “planning” drive. I’m not used to being organised.
But I’m feeling very heady, back in London. I think the plane trees might be dropping. I’m all blocked up and had a headache this morning. Might have been the wake. Some of us sat in Chelsea and got mildly sozzled in his favourite pub. It’s just a few minutes walk from my flat. Wakes are an odd party, everyone there for the one person who isn’t. It was good to catch up with family and friends though, even under sad circumstances. I fill up my diary and then socialise with the people who happen to be nearby, and so it goes in London. An ever shifting vortex of people coming in and out of the centre of town. When Keith died I realised how long it had been since I went and saw him. There are hugely important friends of mine that I haven’t seen for months and months. With my new organisation drive I think I’m gonna experiment with putting visits into the diary as well. Gone are the days when I could just show up and say “let’s go for a walk”. Everyone has kids.
I was meant to see a friend this evening but the ever present jetlag wall jumped me early. It’s all I can do to write this and I’ll be asleep the moment I finish this sentence.
AlBarclay 