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I have a mild hangover (yes, still, at a quarter to three), an ear infection (I seem to get them about once a year) and no enthusiasm. Frankly I just want to go back to bed at the moment.
Went out with various of the Clique to a thai restaurant at Hays Galleria last night, v. good, and a pleasant table on the terrace by the river, but a bit too expensive for regular visits, at least for me. It actually wasn't too late by the time I reached my flat, but we had two bottles of wine and I think only Adele and I were actually drinking wine (unless H. had a glass). She's off to ride across Mongolia on Saturday, madwoman.
It was suggested that I come across as arrogant to those who don't know me well last night, which rather worries me. I don't think I am in fact arrogant, but that isn't much help if that's how I'm perceived. Then I saw another old friend for lunch who, after commenting on how little I've changed over the last five years, agreed with that assessment, and added "spiky", or, on reflection, "sharp". I'm not, really. Honest...
As you can see, I'm teetering precariously on the edge of a void of terminal self-obsession: I think I should stop now.
Currently reading: The Rock, Kanan Makiya, a novel about 7th century Jerusalem and the meeting of Judaism, Christianity and the first generations of Islam there. Interesting, but I'm not sure about it yet...
Drinks with the Culture London Faction tonight, though sadly I can't stay long as I have to catch a train to Winchester and go visit the Aged Parents. My brother and his wife, and at least one of my sisters with her family, will be around this weekend too: it's AP's wedding anniversary. Should be a good weekend, particularly if the weather holds out.
Oh shite, I've just remembered I owe various people birthday presents. I am absolutely terrible at remembering birthdays.
I hate having ear infections. I lose my balance, and feel generally rubbish (I suspect, in my unscientific and rather vague way, that my feeling ill earlier this week was the first signs of this). And they are unimaginably painful.