Capricorn 28° (January 19)

Wake, clean, pack, leave for Bethnal Green. The owner of the building comes over and he and his wife are contrite about the noise that came from above, but nobody makes any move to compensate us. We do have their direct connection though so we could rebook it but we won’t. We take an Uber to Town Hall and set ourselves up in the lounge. I’m getting all our ideas onto virtual paper. There is a wait for the room for a couple of hours, then when we finally do get in, we see we are in the back of the building which would be fine except we are atop the dumpsters and I’m concerned. We are shown a room in the front which doesn’t have a bath and so we opt for another room in the back that does, but one which is further the way along from what might be dumpster noise. It won’t prove to be brilliant but that won’t be our fault. What we don’t know is that a film crew is moving into the hotel on Monday and they will begin load in at an ungodly hour. Meanwhile we are just happy to unpack—they gave us a giant rolling rack so that we can hang up most of our clothes that require it. We have a reservation for one of the two restaurants but I’m concerned as the wait staff so far have not proven to be all that swift. Never mind, it’s low stakes. And what it might lack in service it makes up for in proximity.

We head out and first walk along the Roman and Globe roads, the latter being kind of a woo-woo enclave of a Buddhist center and metaphysical bookstores, just around the corner from a vegetarian restaurant. With that under our belt we decide to go further afield, up to Broadway market. We pass a pizza pop up along the way which turns out to be a bit of foreshadowing. Upon discover of the Broadway market, we had no idea it was such an oasis and we actually end up requiring a snack and so stop at Franco Manca for a delicious pie to share along with some olives and wine as a late snack. Then uh oh, S. isn’t feeling great. As we make our way back to the hotel she is feeling more and more ill—her stomach is the culprit. So by the time of our reservation she is taking to ed and I head down on my lonesome. I have carafe(s) of wine to accompany my sirloin with cabbage, and a side green salad, followed by a yang (which I realize is a cheese) something I’d never heard of. There is a slightly Asian bent to the restaurant and the crackers that come with the yang almost feel like a sort of wonton. There is an Asian boy eating on his own in plaid pajamas and the slippers provided in his room. He is photographing his food; then again so am I. I will show S. when she is in a place where she can actually look at food. I take my last bit of cheese and wonton and quince jam, in sandwich form wrapped in a napkin, upstairs with a full glass of wine and I finish it while I cue up Netflix. The next thing I know I’ve fallen asleep and wake before one o’clock, having slept maybe three hours in total. So I watch the final episode and a half of the Star Trek series which was only two seasons long.

I think head to bed, it’s around three, and already people are making noise out back. I will awake the next morning to a cacophony of sound and will ask to be shown another room in the front. I go and check it out and it is really quiet though smaller. S. can’t move rooms in any case so it is a moot point. She is truly ill and we will have to cancel plans we had with Neil and Debs. Stella will write to say that I could still join them but they won’t want that as I rightly suspect. I will spend the entire day tomorrow in the room. It is a warm and sunny day. I will write to Matt and say something funny. I will watch the UK Food Network and watch Jennifer Saunders in a celebrity bake off with Joanna Lumley, Lulu and Dame Edna after the lisping of Jaime Oliver. S. will sleep until two in the afternoon. I will still be writing this a day late in preparation for coming back, after a swim in the pool (hopefully), because tomorrow’s post, as I promised myself, must be in regard to the “text box” copy that I am preparing for our agent before she takes the book out for a second round of pitches. We are definitely seeing a production company on Wednesday which is bizarre because they are based in London but didn’t know that we were here when they reached out to us about some work together on a project. WE have been down this road before and would be happy to do something like this for sure. We shall see what we shall see. I suspect I will eat dinner again alone downstairs tonight which is fine, but not fantastic.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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