Argh, I have failed. It was Wednesday (ie. the day the gulag chucks the children out at lunchtime cackling, then bars the door) and then I had to go out in the evening and blah blah blah, whatever. This is basically yesterday's anyway. I might try and do another later, I might not.
I am currently suffering the unbearable sadness of the shrunken jumper. The one I'm wearing in my 'about' page. The jumper I'd wear every day between September and May if I could. It is unbearable (I have two, it is fine, but it is still unbearable).
It is impossible to work because this is going on next to my desk (with accompanying electronic fairground music):
Roomba bashing repeatedly into your chair and a mild hangover are incompatible.
Also incompatible with a mild hangover: being called on to unblock the lavatory with an untwisted coat hanger at 7:30 in the morning.
The lost boots saga rumbles tediously, bureaucratically, on.
Quite a lot to do today and signally failing to even get started on it.
Lack of household supplies reaching critical levels. No milk may finally galvanise me to go to a shop, I fear.
I just ate this - a real flan pâtissier and it was excellent:
Belgian bakeries do a thing that they call a flan but it is a sad, pasty, leathery, travesty, with spooky, spongy skin on top. This is the real deal. Also, there is another one left in the fridge which no one ate while I was out last night THE FOOLS.
The sun is still, astonishingly, out.
Went to an actual party last night (well, this) so I feel more like a member of society and less like a jaundiced hermit. It was fun.
I must go and do some work. I will try and return.