I was at work at 5pm yesterday. It seems as though no-one else was though. I looked up from my desk and could only see one other person at their desk and all the rest were entirely empty. Maybe everyone else knew something that I didn’t. That’s the story of my life…
I got home with a great long list of things in mind to get done during the course of yesterday evening. But other things intervened, such as watching TV, and they didn’t get done. Although we did manage to do 25 minutes of chores, which involved me hoovering - and I think maybe waking up the baby that lives next door. Oops. I haven’t met my neighbours yet, but I don’t really want to meet them when they are irate. Although I don’t think 8pm is that outrageous a time to me hoovering. I do think that crying in the middle of the night is more anti-social.* It’s probably not entirely healthy to be comparing your level of anti-socialness (surely not a word…) with that of a small child though. Perhaps I need to get out more.
*if you’re a baby, it’s probably more of a sign of something not being quite right if you’re an adult. But it is the baby, not me, that has been doing the crying in the night of late.
London’s Alleys – Spital Yard
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