There is the sound of drilling outside, again. Of course, I am responsible for this. This is Thames Water again attempting to repair their shoddy roadwork that has meant for the last five years, every single minute I’m in this flat, I have to hear a rattling manhole covers every time a vehicle goes over any of the five covers.
It was another restless night’s sleep. I was up early. Things to do and all that. I’ve swapped my day around and the plan is to go for today’s run early evening when the weather picks up, though after yesterday’s relentless rain, the park will be boggy again,
I retweaked the new bit for my new set I’m trying to learn – the new bit that is and rather than read my book on this morning’s buses, I tried to learn the opening segment. It’s highly doubtful it’ll be ready for tomorrow’s gig in Camberwell, south London and I’m unsure what set I’m doing for Sunday’s Faversham gig in Kent. In the meantime, I’ll continue to have a go, which means sacrificing my leisurely bus reading. At the moment, I’m enjoying Claire Evans’ ‘The Fourteenth Letter’ which I’ve almost finished.
On my way back to the flat, I popped quickly into Brixton Library. I noticed a Motability scooter right outside the steps. On my way out, I heard someone call from behind me. An elderly woman in bright red EXTROVERT shoes wanted help down the steps. The scooter was hers. Normally I avoid any interaction with EXTROVERTS, but I made an exception for her. We chatted about the poor weather. What was initially SMALL talk morphed into something bigger. When I told her the outlook for the next week is more wet weather, she took me aback with her response: “You’re c*n*ing me.”
I walked a couple of stops back to the flat, beating the bus that was still minutes away from arriving at my local station. That was satisfying. It was a pain to have to walk back and again I reminded myself that I have caused the closure of my bus stop but I like to see good work.