Photocopier

I saw a girl today at the photocopier - the colour photocopier appropriately enough - who looked like she had fallen through a wormhole in space from a different planet. She had short red hair and a bright red top and looked as if she were a Hollywood star preparing for a part in a film set in an office. I felt like stopping and reminding her that she works for a bank and not even a very exciting bank, and then redirecting her to an advertising company or something that was more obviously her niche.

Krispy Kreme doughnuts on the desk today. Had three. Since I had completely blown the diet, had French onion soup and a burger for dinner. Also didn't bother to go for a run.

Went to see Emanuel Gat Dance at Sadlers Wells tonight with the Little Squish. I thought this title was a weirdly tensed assertion, but it turns out to just be the guy's name. The dancing was sadly irresistibly reminiscent of the kind Audrey Hepburn does in that hipster club in Paris in Funny Face, except that it was not meant to be funny.

Oh, exchanged on our house today. I can't help wondering if the year's delay occasioned by the global crunch and the significance of the timing of the exchange in the very worst week of the crisis so far is not the universe's way of trying to tell me something. Like: don't do it!