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11pm Thursday.

In a good mood.

Had lovely dinner.

Today I realised that I did not fall asleep on the bus yesterday. Actually it was on a diversion. Yesterday I found myself in an unfamiliar part of town, jumped off the bus and got a taxi to work, all bewildered. Today I kept my cool and waited for the bus to make a big loop. I sauntered to work whistling a jaunty tune.

IKEA. Latest on my list of companies I hate. Like HSBC. You phone the poor canaries in the call centre and they're so nice and helpful. Then they contact the real people on the ground - the ones who can actually help you, the ones you're not allowed to call direct - and those absolute bastards do nothing. They don't phone, they don't deliver your damn bookcase. I'd like to grab them by their boiler suits and shake them until their teeth rattle.

I left my bag on the bus. I was texting. Today I learnt that I can't text and remember to pick up my bag at the same time. One or the other, but not both.