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My CD player is happily singing away to itself. I don’t know what was wrong with it, but I’ve fiddled around with the internals, reseated some connections and tweaked the SuSE control centre. One of them, or a combination of all three, seems to have sorted it out, and now the flat is full of life again.

It is also full of food. I did Tesco on the way home so I could feed the freezer and was genuinely shocked at some of the things you can buy ready frozen. Soup and omlettes spring immediately to mind. Food for the terminally uninspired.

Looking back on what I did this day a year ago, I see that it was pretty much the same. 22nd October 2001 was a day of being tired, booking guests for the show, and heading for Tesco to stock up the freezer.

I’m sitting here almost falling asleep. I don’t know what’s wearing me out at the moment, but for the first time in years I actually fell asleep on the train. I wouldn’t have done had Jon not got on and sat beside me to do the crossword as I’d have been bound to wake up in Norwich. I woke up very disorientated and couldn’t understand why were were going back towards London.

After a lot of patient explaining on Jon’s part he finally managed to convince me we were still heading towards home and I’d just lost track of which side of the train we were sitting on.

The trains have taken a dive lately. The Chelmsford indicator boards were fixed by this evening, but for the last two days we’ve had no indicators and no announcements. Some poor woman has been standing on the playform with a megaphone and a timetable in her hands, announcing the delays. One of the Tottenham Court Road tube exits - the one I use - was closed yesterday for an “indefinate” period because it had been made structurally unsound by a traffic accident.

Seems an indefinate period is a day, as it was open again today.

Life would be so much more pleasant if the promised home-working revolution ever actually happened. Or if passengers were treated like customers rather than inconvenient hangers-on. There’s an interesting story in today’s papers about a German rail passenger who was awarded

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