Tonight, I…

…ate in a gastropub I’ve never been to, in a part of London I haven’t been to in ten months, and still managed to find that a man I dated v briefly two years ago was seated at the table next to ours. We did not acknowledge each other.

…laughed with my friends more than I have in ages, over the awkward proximity of the man-I-dated, and the difficulty that French Canadians have understanding Anglo Canadians, and the joys of lawyering, and the small dog that was sitting at the next table (under the table, that is).

…had a little fight with a cab driver who thought that I should just walk the 100 metres from the tube station rather than pay him to drive me. ‘Would you walk down this dark street alone if you were a young lady like me?’ I said. He shut up.

…overpaid the driver anyway, out of guilt.

…read half of O Pioneers! by Willa Cather. I have decided to set myself on a remedial reading programme - that is, read a bunch of old books that I’ve managed to avoid over the last few years of only reading the new and hot (or lukewarm). ‘A bunch of old books’ doesn’t sound terribly intellectual, but let me tell you, it is.