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Today was sort out the bills and stuff day before a meeting taking up the most part of the evening. Flu and pnuemonia jabs were fixed for next Tuesday, when beware of the Lesley may be a good idea. I hacked all the way up to the bank on the Fulham Road only to find that I'd left the bills and cheques on the table. As the council is steadily reducing the gorgeous canopy meeting avenue of trees to something that resembles an arboralicide's wet dream and using a blower to blast all that mould and allergens into the air, I took the other bank option. The one that took me past the local Tiffany's, where the builders were busy boarding up a window bit near the door. I spy the Evening Standard and its Ram Raiders on Sloane Square and more to the point, dead ones. This sort of thing doesn't happen in Chelsea, not this bit anyway, and it's really odd to think of it happening a five/ten minute walk away last night.

I was lucky with the meeting, on the other hand, that it went relatively quickly and as my lungs have been very irritable for the last week or so, I passed on the pub section of it so I made it home to see most of Elizabeth. ( Read more... )

I did get to see Supernatural 1.4 as well ( Read more... )