Tuesday, August 1

I wake up to find the clocks have gone forward, not by an hour but by several months. I have woken up in the middle of autumn.

I have to return two cds to the library and pick up a book. I walk to the bus stop and leap on a 95 just as it starts raining very hard. I sit and watch as the windscreen wipers remove the rain from the windows at the front.

Twenty minutes later I leave the library and cross the road to walk through Itis. The renovations there have reached an almost operatic peak, as everything that they made new a few years ago gets torn up dramatically and made new again.

Even the floor apparently needs renewing. I get the 97V hone and, once again, avoid a deluge by seconds.