I’ve just been to a pub in my pyjamas.

I can hear the Reading Festival.

It rained on my diary for 40 minutes.

I spent most of today refreshing satellite images.

Who needs context? Well, here it is anyway.
I’ve just been to a pub in my pyjamas, as I live next door to one and they needed to know when the builder could come round and repoint their wall, but needed access to our property to do it. I couldn’t be bothered to change.

I can hear the Reading Festival – as can pretty much everyone else in Reading. I live nearer the festival than last year, and unsurprisingly it’s louder. Physics, there.

It rained on my diary for 40 minutes… because I left my backpack wide open on the walk into work today, which takes about 40 minutes. And it was absolutely widdling it down during the entire walk. The pages have dried out now, but they still have that crinkled form that damp books do.

I spend most of today refreshing satellite images…. because I’m following Hurricane Irene (from afar!), and hoping it doesn’t impact the US too badly. It could be interesting if it’s still strong when it hits New York…. disaster movie storyline paradise!

Also, I’m hungry. But you don’t need context for that.