As a result of a good night's sleep I woke up feeling a lot more cheerful.
I went for a run and as I was out shuffling along, panting and puffing, I realised that I have to learn to be less easily defeated. I like running by myself but every time I have been in a race I've found it really disheartening that so many people are better than me. Rationally I know that almost everyone in a race is younger and/or has been running for years so of course they are better than me, in fact at my age and considering my limited experience I am really quite good but I still feel stressed that I seem to be overtaken by everyone. Of course I'm not overtaken by everyone otherwise I would come last which I've never done but I feel as if I have. In my interview yesterday I couldn't answer a couple of the questions well and instantly started feeling that the whole interview was a disaster.
I have decided that if I don't get the job I will concentrate on rebalancing my life and have resolved to spend less time at work.
Traybake was too busy to go to the market this morning so I went by myself. I bought strawberries from Kent (apparently from the same grower who supplies Wimbledon), eggs, walnut bread and bacon.
I then had to go to Upper Street for an eye test. The optician was very positive about how healthy my eyes are and my short-sightedness has actually improved but my reading has got worse. I tried on approximately 150 pairs of glasses but couldn't decide what to get so have delayed making a decision. Mars Bar works round the corner from my optician so I may ask her to meet me and help me choose frames. If there's one thing architects know about it's choosing spectacles.
Afterwards I went to Camden Passage market and bought four wine glasses which the woman on the stall told me were from the 1940s. I like them very much although they have a very short stem so I don't know if they are wine glasses. I also feel a bit guilty as I am meant to be decluttering not adding to my collection of vintage junk.
When I got home I did some housework and then I had a message from my sister who is quite the photographer. I was really pleased for her as she has now had several photographs selected by the Guardian.
I was jsut considering what to have for dinner when TB phoned to say he was going to the new fish and chip restaurant and did I want to come. I did. It was good and the portions were not too enormous which thankfully left enough room for salted caramel ice cream. Afterwards we walked home.
I am going to bed before the England game starts. I imagine it is going to a bit rowdy around here tonight.