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The weather, which apparently won’t last, is fantastic this week. Mark and I spent lunchtime laying on the grass in Soho Square under the shade of the trees and the pigeons in their branches. It made me tired, and I almost fell asleep there in spite of the damp and the noise and the feet in dangerous big boots walking around near my head.

I found it very difficult to drag myself back to the office after that, so after a quick conference with Paul I booked some holiday for mid-July when I got back to my desk and immediately felt better about things. Now all we have to do (assuming it gets approved) is work out where to go. Scandinavia is still top of the list (I think), but with nothing booked, and two months to decide, I guess it could be anywhere. I’m still craving a return trip to Japan, but it’s a long way to go at two months’ notice. Expensive, too.

After that little mental excursion I was brought back down to earth by a long and rather mundane meeting, then delayed and crowded trains home, held up by a track-side fire in Stratford. It seems there is a problem of one kind or another every week at the moment.

Anyhow, I got back and ran across the fields to Asda to buy food for dinner, then cooked as Paul sat on another delayed train.

He arrived at nine, in the end, after a diversion to Tesco to buy the bits I’d forgotten, and bumped into Mum and Andrew pulling into one of the visitor parking spaces with his birthday present.

We sat and chatted. I ate, Paul unwrapped. Mum and Andrew sipped tea and we all ate Kendal Mint Cake, which I have developed quite a taste for. Quite how I managed to go through 28 years without ever tasting it I don’t know - it’s fantastic. Especially covered in chocolate.

We finished a bar between us, and Mum and Andrew left, taking last week’s Forsyte Saga with them so that Paul and I could watch Teachers. It’s still good, but I’m not enjoying it as much as I did the first time around. The characters are going rather flat this season. Perhaps it’s run its course.

Or perhaps it needs a new writer.

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