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I’ve been a busy little Deliah today, with two trips to Sainsburys and two little dinner parties. Well, one dinner party and one lunch party.

Drove out to see Mark first, though, arriving at 10h15 for a 10am coffee. Hmmm… I’m using the roadworks as an excuse. We chatted for ages - far too long - and quite forgot that the reason I’d gone around was to burn some pics onto CD and pick up the camera I’d lent him to take off on his travels.

I left half an hour late, which made up for my tardy arrival and got myself comfortably tangled in the diversions that have spring up around Springfield. Something’s going on with the A12 - probably resurfacing, and every car in Chelmsford seemed to have been diverted along the roads I wanted to use.

Once inside Sainsburys, the aisles were heaving and it was not a pleasant experience. I got everything I wanted except for the milk, which I walked past a dozen times and never thought to pick up. Raced home and started making soup. Fortunately mum and Andrew got stuck in the same backloged diversions I had so were late arriving - just in time for the soup to be served.

It looked more like a casserole - as my soups always do. Still, it was hot and filling and, whether for politeness or not, we all had second helpings.

Spoke to dad on the phone (Provence is still ‘boringly sunny’ - here it’s poured all day) then settled down for an afternoon of working on the book. I’m having a concerted planning phase. I’ve decided the reason I’m getting nowhere is that my notes are far too disorganised. It doesn’t help that half of them are on paper and the rest are in my head. Of the ones on paper, some are typed, some are scribbled, and there are others slurred into a tape recorder from sudden moments of inspiration that wake me up in the middle of the night and won’t let me go back to sleep.

Took a second trip back to Sainsburys just after it had started to rain very hard. Good timing. Multiple calls back and forth between Paul, Trevor and Jon had finally got us to agree on meeting for a film, but we couldn’t settle on the food. I ended up doing Thai green curry, which seemed to suit the majority, after which we sat down with mugs of hot mint tea to watch Gosford Park.

Very well written and entertaining enough, but rather quickly resolved. Stephen Fry, as the detective, hardly need have been in it at all. It would perhaps have been better if we’d not broken the flow immediately after the murder had taken place to make fresh tea and for me to chat with Sam about tomorrow’s show, but even without that it would have been a bit of an anti-climax. Three out of five, I think. No more.

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