I spent the day broiling.
I hate the heat. Today was hot. 33c in fact.
Not the day to be racing across town in pursuit of bits of paper like Anneka Rice in Treasure Hunt.
Was in Clapham ordering brekky when I got the call to pick up the Certificate of Eligibility.
Went straight back to the house, filled in the forms.
Tube into town for passport photos.
Across to SHANE pick up certificates and airtickets.
I’ve got the clue, Stop The Clock! Stop The Clock
Across to Japanese embassy, take ticket, stand in queue, hand in passport.
Collect on Friday
House is unbearable. The lounge has leather sofas, double glazing and always catches the Sun at its zenith.
It’s like that scene in the map room in Raiders Of The Lost Ark ; everything aligns, everything comes together. And the beam shines right into my skull, heating up my body up like copper kettle on a campfire.
Apparently it’s 23c in Tokyo. Mmmm….. that would be nice.