Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A Day In The Life

  • Wake up self shouting "Meh, bah, urrgh, bah" for some reason. Probably because shoulder hurting from drawing.
  • Writing down account of dream about decadent holiday resort where tame lions are released into jacuzzis covered with netting so neither tourists nor lions can get out.
  • Reading account of earlier dream about school trip to a desolate land that eats people.
  • Stumbling upstairs bumping into things and dropping things while making instant coffee, locating least crumbled slice of rye bread and spreading honey on it.
  • Coffee in bed, glowering at universe. Refusing to eat honey sandwich.
  • Grumbling at flatmate who is happily awake and checking email.
  • Eating honey sandwich.
  • Declaring that I don't care for this day one bit, repeating this in different wordings until can't think of any more. Grumbling into bathroom.
  • Emerging dressed. Complaining about belt. Why should I wear a belt when trousers stay up anyway?
  • Packing bag.
  • Discarding belt.
  • Packing bag some more.
  • Carrying bike downstairs.
  • Unfolding bike, fixing basket, wobbling out into traffic.
  • Almost falling off bike.
  • Grumbling.
  • Sudden seamless transition to cycling through sunny park greeting morning walkers. Hullo!
  • This goes on for a while.
  • Wondering about one-way systems and what the policy is on riding on the pavement and deciding to look up British traffic signs, they seem slightly unfamiliar.
  • Getting lost in Kennington.
  • Arriving at publisher's.
  • Aquiring two new bruises while folding up bike.
  • Discovering to my total delight that I can take the lift instead of carrying bike and bag upstairs. Awesome! It's got proper metal doors to slam shut!
  • Carrying bike up remaining flight of stairs.
  • Meeting editor. Drinking tea and eating chocolate.
  • Looking through roughs for graphic novel.
  • Cheering.
  • Making plans on what to do next.
  • Looking for an empty desk, being assigned a spare one by lovely picture book editor.
  • Drawing sock monkeys.
  • Lunch time! Out to buy tasty sandwich and eat it by the riverside.
  • Discovering Portugese specialty shop on the way. Buying Wasabi peas there, and a jar of artichokes, and tonic water. Hang on, Wasabi peas?
    They are particularly tasty ones though.
  • Eating lunch on Thames embankment with nice designer. Waving hands and being exasperated about people in a leisurely sort of way.
  • Walking back.
  • Drawing monkey again.
  • Deciding monkey is drawn well enough now.
  • Carrying unfolding loading up bike.
  • Getting lost in Kennington.
  • Cycling back through blazingly sunny park.
  • Buying four limes, some sugar and mineral water.
  • Arriving home. Folding bike.
  • Finding two books and a rain cape arrived in the post. "The Name of the Rose"? Cool! Haven't read that since I was tiny...
  • Trying on rain cape. Looking like twelve year old boy in a school play. Impressive! And waterproof.
  • Showering.
  • Watering balcony garden.
  • Making limeade with balcony mint.
  • Feeding budgies and finches. Admiring new finch nests. Giving them all a bath in the old lasagna dish.
  • ---after this, future predictions based on average day---
  • Dedicating the rest of the day to re-reading "The Name of the Rose" while birds dry in the evening sun.
  • Playing video games, Katamari Damacy most likely. - I thought I was reading?
  • Flatmate arrives back home. Apologising to flatmate for dropping his digital camera in the morning while making coffee.
  • Wondering what's for dinner.
  • Dinner somehow happens. I probably didn't make it. Hmmmm.
  • More video games.
  • Falling asleep watching Classic Star Trek. Kirk defeats another benevolent alien dictator. Good.

2 comments:

Dave Shelton said...

You read The Name Of The Rose when you were tiny? And enjoyed it enough to want to revisit it now? I just finished struggling through it recently (at the age of 42) and found it mostly rather a chore.

I did very much enjoy, though, one of the "In which..." chapter headings (quite near the end).

Viviane Schwarz said...

Mmm.. I think I was eleven, so not THAT tiny, to be fair, an extremely absorbent age. And it was the first grown-up book I was officially allowed to read (before that I'd been sneaking them off my mum secretly).
It does have a lot of STUFF in, am noticing that rather on second reading with now less spacious brain.