A Day of Blessed Boredom

2004-09-09 at 11:44 p.m.

Well, an ordinarily boring day today, which is something of a relief really. I don't like rushing about all over the place, especially not on public transport. Just went and sat in the pub all day and read some weird book about a home for delinquent girls that I picked up cheap in a bookshop. It seems quite good, rather strange, and the author just dropped a mention of SI in there. Not that thats odd, just I tend to note mentions of SI nowadays. In fact, just the other day, when I was sitting on the bus, a girl sat next to me who had rather obvious SI scars on her arm. Don't normally see people being so open, not that anyone in London would notice. You could dance naked down the street with a paper bag on your head and no one would even turn to look, here.

Mum's been molesting people in the shops again. She keeps forcing them to talk to her. The thing about London is that no one talks to people they don't know. Which is nothing like the north east where people will accost you in the shops, want to see your shopping, know who you are, where you've come from, talk about the weather, their children...all sorts. In London, everyone ignores you and if you talk, they think you're insane and talking to invisible people. But mum's taken to stopping people and talking to them in queues and the like. They like it once they've got the hang of it, just tend to be a bit disturbed at the start.

We bought a light-fan thing for the ceiling downstairs. Now, while everything is a lot cooler...I feel like I'm living in a brothel. One of those tropical ones where men where white linen suits maybe. Not that I've ever been in a brothel. Hmmm.

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