Headed west for auricular acupuncture at the Haven; it slows me down, and does wonders for my internal combustion engine. Enjoyed the sunshine and King's Road from a No. 11 bus (much to the relief of my wallet) all the way to Victoria, where I ate lunch and could easily have believed myself in an airport departure lounge: no windows, echoey announcements, Sky News. Mind you, bet they don't advertise cross-dressing services at Heathrow. Then again....
It's been days without codeine. Things are looking up. SB points out that I should log these things, try to make sense of them. I used to, then I gave up and just got on with life rather than total self-absorption. Balance is everything.
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Fabulous double-page spread in the Guardian: how to drive a steam train. Wonder what possessed them.
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