A colleague and friend, during a deep discussion about work-life balance, commented that he sometimes felt as though he were infected with the parasite toxoplasmosa gondii which can, in certain cases, make rats attracted to the scent of cat urine.

For a rat, this is a love affair surely fated to end in misery.

This week I’m thinking about doing the right thing. I should assert that this new focus is divorced from any and all current events.

Jenny pointed out how bizarre it is that I live in a curved flat. It’s got me thinking about other current contradictions and how I live with them.

Moving house very suddenly, and I’m consequently feeling many things.

Last time I wrote I was creative and going to the gym.

This time I am fatter and have had writer’s block for a fortnight. Ho hum.