Let them eat cake
Porters Bar at lunchtime, for an extended liquid lunch in honour of K’s birthday. Nobody could quite decide whether it had been redecorated, but the dark red walls and bizarre moaning music made it feel like we were drinking in the belly of a whale.
Most unsettling.
That turned out to be the start of an afternoon of stodgy chocolate cake, sugary donuts and a bag of free pastries from the coffee shop where they’re getting to know our order before we even give it.
Meanwhile, the men who have been clambering around the outside of our building for the last four weeks hoiked their scaffolding up a bit higher so it now stretches up past my window. No doubt they’ll be gawping in from tomorrow onwards and I’ll be sitting there feeling self conscious.
How strange. Typing that I’ve just remembered the word ‘bogging’ - they’ll be bogging at us all day… etc. A linguistic relic of school days.
So anyway, after that much sugary badness I was determined to go to the gym and run it all away, and was hoping for a swift exit. That plan rather collapsed when a whole load of copy arrived at half five and I was stuck there until eight getting it edited ready for the morning.
Hmmm….
Broken points on the way home left us stranded at some grotty station west of here so I finally got to the running machines at half nine. Not the best time of day to be starting out on a workout, and it’s left me sitting here with wobbly legs. I think I ran too far too fast.
Must sleep, though. Tomorrow has to be an early start, and Wednesday even earlier.
Why can’t mornings start at eleven?
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May 20th, 2003 at 10:50 am
That is indeed a valid question, Nik.