Woke around 0600. Struggled to get back to sleep. Got up at 0830 and brought tea back to bed. Read some Dickens, and managed an Italian lesson. Rose at 1000 to go a-porridging. Walked over to Tesco on Stroud Green Road and did a bit of shopping. Back home, I put some lunch together. Phoned mum to check on dad, as Kath had reported he’d had another fall, this time in the greenhouse! He seemed ok…back gardening this afternoon! While I was on the phone their doorbell rang…mum took the phone with her and answered the door…a bloke told her he was from the Gas Board, and asked whether the house had a cellar…very peculiar. Mum replied in the negative, and he went on his way…she didn’t ask to see his ID but said he looked nice in his spectacles, and that he carried a clipboard. Watched tennis from Queen’s…only Emma left in the competition after today’s matches…she looks sharp. Aki cooked a chicken phad Thai for dinner before heading up to Dulcie’s at No.110 for Book Club. I worked on my Moby script…trying to work out where to make my entrances and exits, and therefore where to place my guitar and shruti box…but of a nightmare. Aki back before 2200. Watched The Ten before bath and bed…whilst in the bath, I was going over my day when I thought, hang on, the Gas Board no longer exists…checked online and sure enough it was replaced by British Gas back in 1972…alerted Kath to my suspicions before I retired for the night.
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