That’s the one where everything starts out gold and gradually turns to brown, smelly stuff under your watchful eye.
I’m not sure what’s gold about the alarm going off at 04.15 but I felt remarkably chirpy when it did.
Lurched as quietly as possible out of the bedroom.
Teetered downstairs, kettle on, porridge into microwave.
Back upstairs; shower, shave.
Spare room; get dressed, take clutch of clean shirts and bag of belongings downstairs and out in to the car.
Kitchen; devour breakfast and cup of tea.
Back upstairs, brush teeth.
Tiptoe in to the bedroom, kiss a sleepy but Lovely S, tell her to go back to sleep (so why did I wake her to tell her that?).
Tiptoe downstairs again, put a few bits and bobs in the car and at:
05.03 drive off.
08.15 arrive Docklands, send ‘safe and sound’ text to The Lovely S (she is using my spare mobile handset with her sim card, because her two-week-old Motorola has dropped dead. Again. This is the second handset to do this in less than a month; well done Motorola!)
08.30 enter office.
Do typical Monday morning stuff.
09.20 leave office for a bus journey to Bow. What a great bus journey! The 277 goes all around the houses, it’s brilliant (Ted)! I wish I’d taken my camera with me.
10.00 arrive meeting venue.
10.30 start meeting.
11.35 finish meeting.
11.40 catch bus back to Docklands.
12.05 arrive back in the office, eat lunch while answering emails, responding to messages etc.
12.15 promise to help R with presentational stuff (she looks very fragile about this thing).
12.30 leave office for meeting on the Isle of Dogs.
12.55 arrive meeting venue.
13.00 start meeting.
13.45 finish meeting.
13.55 start next meeting
15.15 finish meeting.
15.18 move downstairs to chat with IP’s (interested parties).
16.00 arrive back in the office, do more emaily/messagy stuff.
16.15 take delivery of a USB dongle that will allow my laptop to receive DAB Radio/Digital television (how cool is this?).
16.30 reiterate to R that I’ll give whatever advice/info I can.
18.33 receive text from The Lovely S that mortifies me; she’s found ‘photos’ on my spare handset (I haven’t used it for two years – since before I met her). In equal measures I am embarrassed for me and fearful for any pain that I might have caused her.
18.55 in response to my apology The Lovely S replies that she’s not worried. Doesn’t alter the fact that I am. Still feel mortified and gutted.
19.00 install USB dongle. Insufficient signal in Brixton to make the effing thing pick up anything. Why does this surprise me? I can barely get a phone signal in Brixton.
19.30 receive email from R with her presentation. Except the file size is half a meg and despite downloading it three times the effing thing won’t open. Give up after third attempt.
20.30 phone call from The Lovely S. She says it’s no big deal. But it is to me. Still mortified of Brixton here!
21.09 phone call from R about her presentation; she resends it. This time the file size is different, I download and open it. Looks neat! I suggest we should have 10 mins together tomorrow so she can run through her presentation in tandem with the slides. Tell her it’s great stuff; she’s a little stressed – no need in my view. Have a gneral chat with R, exchange improbable-sounding but true stories about our pasts. We both chuckle.
21.30 try the USB dongle again. Perhaps if I used a kipper for an aerial I’d get a better signal. Why is it that Brixton is such an awful place for all manner of signals?
22.58 falling asleep whilst trying to read a bio of Napoleon. Need to get this blog out. Need to sleep, alarm will go off at 05.20.