On Fridays I am supposed to go to the library and work on Serious Writings. How many Fridays have I been to the library this year? None. Sigh. Today instead of going to the library I ate defrosted chickpea curry and watched Happy Valley and I'll have to ask one of my descendants to remind me of that fact on my deathbed when I am bemoaning the dearth of achievements that will have blighted my life. I also did some translation about Korean abstract art in the mid 1970s and issued two invoices, but that's hardly blue plaque territory. There are several problems with the library:
- Only opens at 10 by which time I have lost momentum
- 0,50€ to use the loo
- Always end up sitting in the science section and getting distracted by owl books
- Subconscious seems to believe simple act of going to library sufficient, so once I get there I just stare into space, whilst feeling satisfied with myself.
Where would YOU hide a bucket of Jerusalem artichokes gifted by your cleaner before she comes back and sees you have entirely failed to use them?
Is there, in fact, anything you can do with Jerusalem artichokes that (a) isn't a massive ball ache and (b) doesn't make you fart uncontrollably?
What infallible, easy savoury dish would you cook for book club? Must feed 6-10, be able to cope with being out at room temperature for an hour at least, be neither too showy (fat chance) nor too crap.
Is there any gel eyeliner out there that won't give me awful itchy spots on the insides of my eyelids? What doctor would you even consult for an eyelid problem?
Will it EVER stop raining in Brussels?
Any Audible recommendations? Or should I just cancel my subscription? I have about 5 unused credits and am probably never going to get through Dan Stevens reading The Odyssey, I tune out after a couple of minutes and think about my worries and whenever I tune back in they are sacrificing oxen.
Who should I be most worried about: Donald Trump, Kim Jong Un or Vladimir Putin?
What shall I read next - The Lonely City or What Belongs To You?
Shall I make some scones this afternoon? Or something else cake-y? I only have one egg (thanks, useless quail of evil).
Small(ish) stuff I want
A coffee religieuse, Jesus, I am becoming obsessed.
Bella Freud whippet jumper, as pointed out to me by someone on Instagram today.
Good big fat bright green olives for my Martini
A nice pair of trousers and a dark green silk shirt like the detective on that mystifying "Murder" programme last night about someone getting stabbed on the banks of a Scottish river which I half slept through, waking up only to see a naked ginger man occasionally.
Some of that nice Hungarian moisturiser we once got free for Facegoop
50% Squandered potential
50% Martini anticipation