>The same day happens all over again

>We had a postcard from P’s son this morning – incredible scenes of mountain tops through the clouds. He’s been working as an English teacher in Southern China for a year and now he’s on the way home. But he’s not heading straight back. He’s wandering around China for a while, then heading to Siberia, Moscow, the Baltic States and Prague, with plans to beach in England around May time. The man’s a star.

The good news is that the Paris-Nice cycle race might go ahead as planned on Sunday. The bad news is that it’s a botched up agreement and the lawyers are circling.

Listening to:
Zloty Dawai’s Parallel Synchronized Randomness. Does anyone know anything about these people? I found it by accident.

Extra theatre date: I’m going to see I Like Mine With A Kiss by Georgia Fitch at The Bush tomorrow night after reading DE’s account over at his blog. Gosh – three plays in three days – maybe that’s why we moved to Londonford.

Getting excited about: Spring, longer days.

Current self-deluding scheme: Getting the bike out of the shed and riding it.

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