Aki up at 0730 to ready herself for rowing club, although the forecast was for rain. My back giving me gip so couldn’t lie in…sat up in bed, reading. Got up and porridged. Did my exercises. Read a bit. Ordered a copy of Mr Nightingale’s Diary, a one act farce by CD. Aki came home for lunch and prepared a tasty ramen soup. Sat about reading and listening to music before dining early on the last of the mapo and rice. Walked to Finsbury Park and took the Victoria line to Oxford Circus…had tickets for a short film festival at Regent Street cinema…a motley collection of shorts from around Europe…the first, an animation, followed the life of an Algerian Jewish swimmer who swam for France at the Berlin Olympics, and survived Auschwitz. Enjoyed a quirky comedy short from the Faroe Islands which saw a woman pick up the head of her estranged father from the airport, then taking it round various landmarks of her youth to show him what he missed. Came out of the cinema to find it raining, but walked along Oxford Street and caught a bus home from Tottenham Court Road.
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