A Bug's Life

Monday was fine despite the poisoned joints, Mum visited and we had a nice tapas lunch at the place 50 metres away, and we talked for a few hours (nothing wrong with my jaw!), and she picked up a couple of things from the supermarket for me. A lazy morning and evening of reading (Wil McCarthy's The Collapsium, which with its two rival/co-operating scientist Declarant-Philanders dealing with problems that beset the Queendom in a weird future reminded me strongly of the last time I was here, reading Lem's The Cyberiad, with its two rival/co-operating scientist Constructors solving problems in a weird future... Lots of robots in The Collapsium too), less so watching films as while Mubi works here when the WiFi is up it takes 2 minutes to download each minute of film. Saw a couple of 15 minute shorts. Did not attempt the 246 minute Scorsese documentary on Italian film.

The grumpiness comes as I'm worse today than I was on Monday, I'm not even going to try getting downstairs to test my walking, and I have spent the morning so far sending my apologies and cancelling arrangements for today and Wednesday. By Thursday I'll probably be up to a couple of 30 minute walks, trying to get my speed back (Tun is out), and on Friday I come home. So should I just come home now (ouch, and if I can't make it to Holborn for dinner how do I make it home? Well, cabs and assistance and stuff) and do my recovering at home instead? Chiz, chiz. Ah, London, so full of things, so near, yet out of my reach. Grr. Fiddlesticks. etc.

But I had a lovely weekend in London. Shame about the rest of the week.