Today has involved charging around London with USB sticks: to Gina's to copy the sound file for the Doc, to the University of the Union to pick up a USB that I left stuck in one of their computers yesterday after teaching there, then to New Cross to deliver the first soundtrack one to our intern.
Somewhere in the middle was a tranquil episode of sitting in a cafe garden watching robin get braver and braver, and a wren building a nest. Right in the middle of London.
The tube still smells of sweaty feet; is it everyone, or just one or two really aromatic commuters?
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