Nine Feet Underground

An unusually quiet but chilled bank holiday is in prospect.  The next six to eight weeks are going to be very busy, and thus Q and I will need to spend some time planning. Much to Q's surprise there are a whole host of ceremonial locations in London that I've never visited.  I did explain that my trips to London, though large in number, have usually been for work, or to go to gigs, or record and book shopping, or other events.  My Englishness has been called into question and so we are likely to go on a tourist sightseeing trip around London. Perhaps this is long overdue.  Apart from chilling, we also spent time sorting things out that need to be done before Q moves out, such as looking for consumer unit and distribution unit covers (indoors) and a replacement toilet seat for a toilet with an unusual seat fitting.  Which manufacturer doesn't put their name on their products? After dinner and clearing up it was time for bed. Work tomorrow.  Telefís / 'Space ...

For the first Thursday in quite a few weeks there's a 'proper' Idler drinks tonight, with the guest being acclaimed author and Cambridge Don (he's an official fellow (aren't I?), Director of Studies in English & University Reader in Literature and the Environmental Humanities), perhaps best known for his books 'The Old Ways' and 'Underland', which should be interesting. Aside from that, however, work will dominate the day, give or take the usual interruptions that support my wife's ongoing care. In between these things I manage to find time to go for two walks, hitting my target, but not managing to squeeze three walks in. At 6pm I joined the Idler Zoom call: it was great to be back amongst friends (though strictly a breakaway group of us - 'Idler Rogues' - has been meeting over Zoom for the past few weeks whilst the 'drinks' has taken a sabbatical) and to see Tom, Victoria and Mark again. Mark Vernon's philosophical musin...