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Yesterday I went to Trafalgar Square to give out free hugs with other Couchsurfing people. Couchsurfing, for those not in the know: you know when you’re only in town for a couple of days so you just sleep on a friend’s couch or whatever? Couchsurfing is the same deal, except instead of a friend, it’s a perfect stranger! And it’s not creepy at all.

Anyway, afterwards the horde of CSers went to a Samuel Smith pub; the downstairs had been reserved but it was still super-crowded because so many people had come out. Jae, you would have loved it.

I fell in with a group of people who knew each other from college and got to talking about travelling and nerd stuff and what not, and after a while we went out and meandered through Soho in the rainy Saturday night, to a bar and a restaurant and then another bar…had a terrific time. And today is my pottering-around-the-house day and Jennie has promised banane-et-nutelle crêpes for dinner.

Get up, check email and the weather, wash, haul myself into work clothes and haul ass to the train station to catch the 7:45. If I’m lucky, the northbound Northern line isn’t too crowded. Grab a cup of coffee while jotting down a journal entry, decompressing before the workday. Try to get a lot of stuff done and clear the file folders off my desk. Schlep down to my favourite café for “the usual”, jacket potato and a can of pop. Today: not the best, made some mistakes, stressed a lot and my shoulders ache. Get groceries on the way home. Throw together a typical dinner: pasta, with yogurt and fruit for dessert. By this time Jennie’s gone off to bed. Watch Spooks while petting the fat cat, who loves the attention. Run a hot bath for my shoulders. Feel bad about all the stuff that’s gone unblogged and emails unsent, but god damn it, it’s time to go to sleep again.