It was also hot last night and I slept really badly. It wasn't just the heat keeping me awake but the many and varied things I have to worry about.
This morning I had an appointment at a lawyer's office in Chancery Lane. I used to spend half my working life in lawyer's offices and was extremely blase about the whole thing. Somehow when one is paying for oneself it takes on a different hue. I prepared well and had a suite of documents to bring with me. When I checked them this morning I realised that the two most important items were missing. I spent a frantic 15 minutes looking for them - unsuccessfully - and as a result was late for the train.
As always the train inched its way into London Bridge travelling at 2 MPH and stopping every five seconds long enough for the driver to go for his second breakfast, complete the Telegraph crossword (it is the easiest of the broadsheets), ring his mother and plan his menus for the next fortnight. I sat squeezed between two other passengers concentrating very hard on not having a stroke and willing the train to get a move on.
I stayed on until Cannon Street and was at the door, with my finger poised on the button, while the train was still crossing the Thames. As soon as it stopped I sprinted off towards Bank and rushed down into the bowels of the station where I promptly got lost.
By the time I got to Chancery Lane I was bathed in sweat and hyper conscious that every minute I was late, was costing me at least £5.
After it was all over I returned home and spent 3 hours writing something very difficult, interspersed with light housework and the baking of a 1970s fruit cake (no sugar, wholemeal flour and apricots).
My friend Miss Mint is here. She arrived in a black cab and a state. An hour waiting at London Bridge for a train that never comes, on the hottest day of the year, is never good for one's mood.
A glass of wine followed by a gentle stroll to the best Turkish restaurant in London cheered her up and she didn't complain too much when I made her walk the long way home.
Tonight I am sleeping in the living room under an open window and hoping that I am able to get to sleep. Tomorrow I have the day off and we are going to do something fun, I don't know what yet, but it will involve tea and cake.