24, lobelia-style
Aug. 15th, 2003 03:46 pm7.30 am:
Door bell rings. L jumps out of bed, throws on robe, stubs toe on fan. T'h grumbles, "Fuck, what's that? Who's that?" L: "The scaffolding."
7.35-now:
Half-naked bare-chested man scrambles about the windows of L's residence, erecting scaffolding (and god knows what else...).
9.15:
Robert Sayles van arrives. L receives delivery of one round garden table and two chopping boards.
10.35:
Disgracefully late, the L entourage sets off for playscheme: L on bike with tagalong in tow, son junior on tagalong, son senior wobbling along on bike ahead.
11.05:
Return to L abode. Asks half-naked scaffolder if he would like a cup of tea. He opts for coffee. This is not good as there is very little of the stuff left and L and Mr S-B aka t'h are addicted to this substance. Also, there is no milk as Dr and Dr S-B do not take milk and evidently also deprive their children of calcium. L gets on bike-with-tagalong and cycles to shops. Buys: milk (1 litre, semi-skimmed), bananas (5, some ripped off better-looking bunches in the crate), apples (2, red), bakewell tarts (6 in multi-pack). Also spends 5 minutes leafing through *Heat* magazine in quest of pics of Brad, Jude, Bloom, Depp or similar. Encounters only Beckham, however.
12.05:
Finally makes coffee. Eats left-over peanut butter and jam toast.
12.25:
Assembles round garden table.
12.45:
Rings babysitter. Leaves txt message.
13.00
Says 'fuck' because went to the shops without getting pizza for babysitter.
13.00-14.35:
Does something but has no idea what. Time passes without conscious cognizance.
14.35:
Feels faint with hunger and puts pastitsio (made on day before) in microwave.
14.40:
Talks to t'h on phone.
15.00:
Feedbacks
15.25:
Faffs about. Listens to Issa Bagayogo. Saves things to her website. Refreshes email. Stares at document of book. Wrote 1001 words yesterday.
16.30:
Finishes writing an additional measly 224 words. In a fit of guilt, decides to send pics of Brad's penis to
16.55:
This is now.