Another week of beautiful spring weather and relative peace, with five days spent in a particularly quiet office thanks to the tube strike. Otherwise, nothing doing. Three times at the gym, diligently staying off the snacks. I’m slowly, noisily losing weight, about another kilo and a half down, and feeling better for it. To clarify, the noise is of the statistical rather than auditory variety. The strike left the roads absolutely rammed with cars and wobbly Lime bikes. The congestion, warmer weather and inexperience with city cycling seemed to make everyone more aggro. I took my time and kept my distance. I voted for Zoë Garbett as mayor of Hackney on the strength of her manifesto and, I suppose, more abstractly, a general naïve desire for us all to make it. I’m past the halfway point of Children of Strife. It’s making a bit more sense now but the plot feels very diffuse and I’m still waiting for something to happen after all this table-setting. I do like Adrian Tchaikovsky’s ideas…
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