not partying with felinity

just got back to this house that has that stale beer smell to it... mayhem strewn about...

i was thinking that they'd have put the house back by now but clearly it went on until the early hours... (7am) and they're still sleeping...

i got my shirt pressed, did my bit setting up the house, recycled the tetrapacks... got in sack loads of loo roll...

then realised that i simply wasn't in the right space for a party... spoke with josiah who offered that i come to brighton for the night, then in the end decided to go down south where felinity was cooking her first ever dahl...

i found all the housemates i could and raised a beer with/to them to not be a damperner... and set off...

which was lovely, we watched some seinfeld, chatted, walked around wandsworth common today, lovely autumn sunlight, a chill in the air... a heron...

i just had a really nice chilled out time with felinity and her flatmate E...

i also really enjoyed the tube journey, both south last night and north today, never tubing it as i don't... a chance to read the book i'm currently reading, what i loved by siri... can't remember her second name, paul auster's wife... the last book i read was by him as well, i wonder if they have any children and if so whether any of them have written anything, it would be good to remain in the family a little while longer...

but also just to experience the strangeness, the unreal warmth against the cold on the surface, the extreme right angle at the top of the stairs at finsbury park when it is so easy to bump into someone walking across you... the palimpsest of posters that have been ripped off and replaced by others that you only see when the new poster has yet to arrive... always makes me think of william burroughs paintings...

so now i'm going to help some in the setting back to normal of the house... i'd like to eat well tonight, i might take G over to jai's...

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