more than five hours, and a good weekend

Saturday I lounged until the sunny morning called, and stopped at the library on the way back from the run. The librarian looked at the stack of 6 thick books I couldn’t easily carry, raised an eyebrow and reminded me I only had three weeks. How supportive and encouraging of her. I told her they’d all be back on time, and smiled.

Errands, cleaning, wandering round the house, chill time with Neel in the Scarsdale over the FT and a bottle of too sweet rose. Out with the flatmates to the aquarium launch party, then on to Nick’s roof off Tottenham Court Road and plenty of loud jazz at 3am under the stars. Sunday simply recovering, for once the hangover won and the day was spent in bed, napping and reading biographies of Alexandra, last Tsarina of Russia, and Jung Cheng’s landmark biography (attack on legend) of Mao.

First lectures tomorrow.