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Daily Diary
22nd January, 2024
Not quite a manic Monday. Finally got up pre6AM as per my new discipline mantra. Long, hot shower. Molton Brown lather. The Ordinary zinc-magnesium serum. Mr Penhaligon squirted. Grey suit. White shirt. Navy ribbed tie. Black overcoat. Tube.
Bollywood banging via the AirPods as I do the ceremonial walk to the office. Been a while. Take a dash down Diagon Alley (yep!) to to get to work on the dot. Skip the flat white. January salary yet to be credited, and I’ve another 10 days to survive before I can treat myself.
Prowl through my inbox, texting, ignoring, replying, flagging. Do a dry run if my hastily prepared 4-slider for the interview. Then, just after noon, deliver the actual interview. Runs a little longer than scheduled but that’s probably a good thing? Interviewer was impressed by my points and initiatives, but did pose a basic question which I slightly fumbled: HOW will I implement my vision?
Anyway, it went as well as I prepared I guess. What you sow, what you reap.
Cycled back home. Gorgeous little machine, still working away without a hitch after being abandoned in the office cold storage for a month. Reach home in 20 mins, cook up a fatty lamb curry with too much salt, skip down to the gym, lift some dumbbells, soak in sweat in the sauna for 15 mins.
Start of a new routine, I hope. Felt great. Semi-watched that Nicolas Cage & Pedro Pascal movie for a bit before giving up and polishing off a chapter of Le Carre’s epic. Plan is to finish with the book this week – let’s see.
And then bed.
Let’s do this all again tomorrow.
