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A good day

What a pleasant day I have had. Slept lateish, and as Genius Brat was still off school, decided not to go to Pilates and leave him alone. Then The Grouch came home unexpectedly as the customer he was going to was not in, so I left him in charge and walked to the gym, where I swam 20 short lengths and sat in the Jacuzzi for a while. Then to coffee and the crossword at my latest favourite café, and by the time I’d finished both the coffee and the crossword, it was time for lunch so I stayed on and had that as well. Then another walk home, followed by a little sleep in the afternoon.

Finally this evening I drove (in rush hour, that was the only unpleasant bit) to Hackney where I spent four hours helping to stuff and stamp a Catholic Worker mailing. Stuffing with me, unexpectedly, was the daughter of a former director of the London Mennonite Centre, whom I first met when she was about four or five, and who is now 21 and over from America to do voluntary work. She has grown up into a lovely young lady and it was a delight to see her.

The stuffing team was fed with a wholesome veggie meal and two sorts of cake, and they were still stuffing (but near the end) when I left just after 10.00. It is such a treat for me to work as part of a team, an experience you don’t normally get as a freelance writer.

So: exercise, indulgence, mental challenge and a ‘work frolic’ all in the same day. Really ready for bed now…

A singular pleasure

Forgot to mention in the last blog that, in my post-Pilates café trawl last Friday, I made a waiter’s day by asking for ‘a panino’ [sic]. I was the first person he’d met who knew that ‘panini’ is a plural and has a singular form, and he was thrilled. I don’t expect he gets many moments like that in his day. Pedants unite!

Simm and swim

Sat down in my usual café (a trendy organic one) this morning, next to a man who was holding a baby in a most affectionate way, and started to admire the baby. Only when the father turned slightly towards me did I realize it was John Simm* – woo hoo! This is my second Simm sighting in the area he lives in, which is near where my therapist lives. Normally it would make my day, but I was feeling so battered from the therapy session it was more, ‘Oh, that’s John Simm – OK…’.

His wife then came and joined him and I was heartened to see that she is quite ordinary looking and not a glamorous Thespian type. Exchanged a few words about the baby but I did notice that JS kept his face averted most of the time – I know he doesn’t like being recognized in public, so I restrained myself from saying ‘Hey, you’re John Simm aren’t you, I really fancied you in Life on Mars’, which would have been tactless, to say the least, in front of his wife.

Went for a swim after that, and felt better.

*for info of non-UK folk, Simm is the rather gorgeous actor who played the lead in the recent cult TV cop series Life on Mars, as well as The Master in the most recent series of Dr Who.