0545 – opened eyes when car outside beeped its daily horn, got cross
0550 – back to sleep
0800 – woke up properly, rolled over, clicked spine, read more of Stalingrad
0830 – Indigo wakes up and says her neck hurts. She’s not so cross with me anymore. Had a deep thought about politics and how much I loathe Tony Blair. Wondered what is going on in the world. Scanned internet on phone to read the latest. Gordon Brown plans tough new terror laws. Police hunt man over New York airport bomb plot.
0900 – went downstairs. Got excited about Chelsea. No reason, just felt like it. Saw Rosie and gave her a hug. She’s been away for two days. Said “welcome home to where you belong” Then tickled her. Ate soggy cereal with chocolate Nesquik. Drank blueberry juice. Left for work.
0930 – Got to work. Sat at desk. Rang to hassle Indigo about getting a new phone upgrade. I want her phone so I can play the golf game all the time, not just in eves.
Wanted to buy Nintendo Wi for Indigos’ birthday but she wanted clothes and a trip to the theatre. (I'll never get round to buying the theatre tickets. I still owe her for two years ago when I said I’d take her to The Producers for Christmas).
She says I always break promises and reminds me I twice asked her to marry me but never bought a ring. She said she’d be happy with an Elizabeth Duke from Argos so long as she had something to show her family, who she’d told. Quickly sweep bad thought about self out of mind before I might choose to do something about it.
1415 – rang Indigo to tell her story behind Soren Lorenson, a character from Rosie’s favourite book. It’s based on Soren Monk’s little sister’s imaginary friend. Soren is a buddy from work.
2000 – leave work, bus to London Bridge, catch train
2045 – smoke one cigarette on walk home from station
2100 – get home, go for poo
2115 – join Indigo in kitchen. She is making baked potatoes and salad. Now the moon’s moved she’s making more effort at dinner time.
2120 – she drops it into conversation that she’s going to get her eggs frozen. Waits for me to respond. I don’t. Sadly she continues: “Of course, it will be completely defeating the purpose of not having a kid because we can’t afford it" (my excuse).
"We’ll end up paying much more to get them frozen.”
Wait for verbal essay to finish. Don’t say anything. This is the quickest method for getting the issue to disappear. She mutters something under breath. Ignore it.
2200 – Indigo goes to bed without saying goodnight. Hurrah, yoyo's back.
2220 – Stay up for as long as possible to be sure she’s asleep by time I get up there
2300 – salt bath, wank
