Chanting

1. Waking early but having the treat of being able to go back to bed, reading a little bit more of The Missing then dozing till it felt like time to get up.

2. Giving my flat the good clean that it so desperately needed, radio three on in every room.

3. Not giving up on this business of meditation even though my attempts last week were unsettling. I guess it takes practice. There I was, my work done, my mind free, my breath steady and the chanting began. Not me you understand, but the few thousand football fans making their way to the stadium behind my house. It made laugh out loud. Can you find peace in a city? Really?

4. Sitting on my piano stool in the window and watching the Saturday crowds go by. This is the first game since I moved in and it's really exciting. I like football and for a moment I considered running over to see if I could get a ticket. But it was sport enough watching the fans and the casualties. I made the decision that it would be wrong to Blip the fat man asleep on the couch left for the refuse.

5. Mash potato, chicken, bacon and leek pie. Red wine. Pudding. Saturday night in. Result.