it boggles

it’s a sunny summery evening here in london, and i’m sitting at my windowsill sipping tea, reading and hopefully meeting mikes for a beer later. from where i’m sitting at this very moment, i can see 12 TFL buses (including 3 stupid bendy buses), perhaps 30 black cabs, and at least 300 people. how on earth can so many people visit piccadilly circus every day? and why?

i’m working from home tomorrow because i have an absurd amount of writing to do. absurd. like 5,000 words. come to think of it, a day’s not going to be enough. sigh. prioritise!

today i went and had a first meeting with my financial advisor. he reprimanded me for spending too much (fair) and we put together at least a rough plan for how to proceed from here. we’ve got another meeting next monday, so hopefully that will be productive. i think he was a bit sceptical of my ability to prune spending…next meeting i must mention JVC to him. in the meanwhile, i need to stop spending so darn much money…which, sadly, means i will be buying neither a swaine adeney weekend bag, a bespoke suit, nor a racing bicycle this week. self denial is rough.  sigh.

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