Bloody hell, is it two already? It's been one of those strange days in the twilight world of the professionally indolent - have done so little, and yet so much... It was gloriously springlike in the dustbowl that is the London Borough of Camden this morning. I wandered out to post yesterday's ebay sales in just jeans, tee shirt and a light cardie. A cardie while wearing glasses? Oh God: I must have looked soooo middle aged:-o The little one had to be dropped at a friend's, where she's booked to stay till tomorrow. The father, an honorary Sikh with all the right outfits, was singlehandedly managing the household of pubescent young women. "We've not had anyone's hair pulled out so far this morning," he said cheerily, "but it's still early." Giving thanks that my youngest is sporting a summer crop I set off for the bank in Willesden and ran into a woman I hadn't seen in twenty years. "I'm a granny now," she said in some bewilderment. She was also mother to the six-year-old at her side. I didn't ask the detail because, given the many forms of dysfunction that show themselves in family structures locally - our own included - I rarely have the energy to listen to, and digest, it... One thing was certain - she'd never wear a cardie. I picked up bagels and florentines on the way home and PING! Another ebay sale:-) This time the ELO - up to £10.55 after a mad last minute bidding war between higgyhoggy and shinto5. The latter won and I will be organising my first Japanese post tomorrow. Oh woe: when did my life reduce to joy over new postcodes?? Suddenly the bell rang. It was my ex husband who'd come to collect his bicycle, which he periodically leaves attached to my railings when collecting the kids on his weekends. He's like a tomcat spraying his territory, even though he's never lived in this house. Last year, when I was in the middle of a very serious relationship, he left it chained outside for three months. Today's visit was a short one - coffee and a chomp through my beloved florentines while he sought advice on various work problems and ideas. It was an interesting diversion and pathetic as it is, considering we got over each other a lifetime ago, I enjoy having influence with him because it probably irritates her indoors;-) But enough of yesterday's man. What are we to do with cardie woman?